I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.

For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.