That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.

I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards sudden grief, or perhaps also sometimes repels. You move away. I moved towards it, I couldn't help it.

And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth.

What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

There is such solace in the mere sight of water. It clothes us delicately in its blowing salt and scent, gossamer items that medicate the poor soul