It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.

I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them.

Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they’re part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they’re not true — why, then you get offended because you can’t remember the first part. All you know is that you’ve been called a liar.

You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.