Neat trick: to be roused to ambition and reconciled to one's mediocrity at the same time.
Like love, grief fades in and out.
Every path to a new understanding begins in confusion.
As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.
Alzheimer's usually comes later than AIDS, but I decline to call that progress.
My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.