The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

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

Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

I can only strive for what is important