I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward

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

Absence becomes the greatest Presence.

Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

When it comes to the important things one is always alone.

I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.