The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.
As we grow older we should become not less radical but more so.
I am rampant with memory.
Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.
Follow your heart, and you perish.
I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.