Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

I can only strive for what is important

Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.

Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.