Try to capture what you can't bear to be without
I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?
Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.
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.