An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime!