The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.
Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
After a lifetime's independence– yes, selfish independence as my daughter would rightly claim – I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals.
Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.
Learning is important. It is a way to make a life better for yourself and your family.
Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?