I need them and they need me to need them
Things don't matter, people do
Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.
The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?
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.