So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
Life is the most spectacular show on earth.
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.