Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.

It was good and nothing good is ever lost.

Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger.

It was better not to get too close to another person. The closer you got, the more likely you were to get hurt.

It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever

She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.

I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.