Wisdom Consists Partly In Not Pretending Anymore,

I Had Wanted Life Not To Bother Me Too Much, And Had Succeeded - And How Pitiful That Was.

But Life Never Lets You Go, Does It? You Can't Put Down Life The Way You Put Down A Book.

This Is What Those Who Haven’t Crossed The Tropic Of Grief Often Fail To Understand: The Fact That Someone Is Dead May Mean That They Are Not Alive, But Doesn’t Mean That They Do Not Exist.

(on Grief) And You Do Come Out Of It, That’s True. After A Year, After Five. But You Don’t Come Out Of It Like A Train Coming Out Of A Tunnel, Bursting Through The Downs Into Sunshine And That Swift, Rattling Descent To The Channel; You Come Out Of It As A Gull Comes Out Of An Oil-slick. You Are Tarred And Feathered For Life.

Books Are Where Things Are Explained To You; Life Is Where Things Aren't.