In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.
Nancy HoranI'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.
Nancy HoranWhat did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.
Nancy HoranIt has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.
Nancy Horan