Just as you began to feel that you could make good use of time, there was no time left to you.

What a surprise to find you could shift the contents of your head like rearranging furniture in a room.

That's the risk you take if you change: that people you've been involved with won't like the new you. But other people who do will come along.

The strength you've insisted on assigning to others is actually within yourself.

Dying was apparently a weaning process; all the attachments to familiar people and objects have to be undone.

successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.

Inspiration never arrived when you were searching for it.