Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
I can only strive for what is important
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.
Things don't matter, people do
I need them and they need me to need them