beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

Time spent with a cat is never wasted.

By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

- and how time flies! What, has it already been twenty years, already forty years that we are together? Why, how terrible! We haven't yet said all we wanted to say to each other... May we have a little respite, or else may we be allowed to begin all over again!

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!