Growing old is, of all things we experience, that which takes the most courage, and at a time when we have the least resources, especially with which to meet frustration.
Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.
One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.
Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.
It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.