At some point, there would simply be no point.

But I am not what I say or what I do or what I remember. I am fundamentally more than that.

She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.

Take what you've learned and love someone again. Find someone to love and love without condition. This is why we're all here.

I smile, loving him for changing with me, for going where my Neglect has taken us, for getting the new me.

Be creative, be useful, be practical, be generous and finish big

In the ladies' room, Alice studied her image in the mirror. The reflected older woman's face didn't quite match the picture that she had of herself in her mind's eye." p 35