Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

Did everyone make the most ghastly blunders at regularly intervals through their life and live to regret them ever afterward? Was everyone's life filled with confusing and contradictory mix of guilt and innocence, hatred and love, concern and unconcern, and any number of other pairings of polar opposites? Or were most people one thing or the other - good or bad, cheerful or crotchety, generous or miserly, and so on.

Why do I want to run from happiness?

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.

Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.

I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy.