The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by.
The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything.
In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?
One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.
What happens if I do nothing?
There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.