Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.
Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.
The worst part of great poverty is that you become blind to it.
There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.
Children don't make judgments about which details are important... a child captures them all.