When A Marriage Ends, Who Is Left

We Are Linked By Blood, And Blood Is Memory Without Language.

The Regional Voice Is The Universal Voice.

Among Many Of My Friends And Acquaintances, I Seem To Be One Of The Very Few Individuals Who Felt Or Feels No Ambivalence About My Mother. All My Feelings For My Mother Were Positive, Very Strong And Abiding.

Even If I Seemed To Remember, I Could Not Know. For Just To Remember Something Is Not To Know If It Really Happened. That Is A Primary Fact Of The Inner Life, The Most Difficult Fact With Which We Must Live.

She Wasn't In Love But She Would Love Him, If That Would Save Her.