I Warn You, I Refuse To Be

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

[at Age 92:] There Are Places I'd Like To Return To. But Not As I Was Then But As I Am Now. 'cause I'm Trying To Understand. And I've Understood Nothing.

Art Is A Magic Which Makes The Hours Melt Away And Even Days Dissolve Into Seconds

People Under Seventy And Over Seven Are Very Unreliable If They Are Not Cats.

You May Not Believe In Magic But Something Very Strange Is Happening At This Very Moment. Your Head Has Dissolved Into Thin Air And I Can See The Rhododendrons Through Your Stomach. It's Not That You Are Dead Or Anything Dramatic Like That, It Is Simply That You Are Fading Away And I Can't Even Remember Your Name.