Only now that my son was gone did I realize how much I'd been living for him. When I woke up in the morning it was because he existed, and when I ordered food it was because he existed, and when I wrote my book it was because he existed to read it.
All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.
I know there is a moral to this story, but I don't know what it is.
There's no match for the silence of GOD.
The price we paid for the volumes of ourselves that we suffocated in the dark.
In one's youth, one has tremendous access to one's feelings. And as one gets older, some of those feelings kind of drift away. But so much more happens to you. There's more at stake in life.