When Nothing Is Sure, Everything Is Possible.

Because If One Has An Image, However Dim And Romantic, Of A Journey's End, One May, In The End, Surely Reach It, After No Matter How Many Detours And Deceptions And Abandonings Of Hope. And Hope Could Never Have Been Entirely Abandoned, Even In The Worst Days.

Scenery Can Be A Violent Stimulant.

There Are Some People Who Cannot Get Onto A Train Without Imagining That They Are About To Voyage Into The Significant Unknown; As Though The Notion Of Movement Were Inseparably Connected With The Notion Of Discovery, As Though Each Displacement Of The Body Were A Displacement Of The Soul.

Auntie Phyl's Last Months In The Care Home Were Extra Pieces. Age Is Unnecessary. Some Of Us, Like My Mother, Are Fortunate Enough To Die Swiftly And Suddenly, In Full Possession Of Our Faculties And Our Fate, But More And More Of Us Will Be Condemned To Linger, At The Mercy Of Anxious Or Indifferent Relatives, Careless Strangers, Unwanted Medical Interventions, Increasing Debility, Incontinence, Memory Loss. We Live Too Long, But, Like The Sibyl Hanging In Her Basket In The Cave At Cumae, We Find It Hard To Die.

Why Can't People Be Both Flexible And Efficient?