We only keep what we lose.

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.

It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.

One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.

She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.

When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.