Constantly he went back over the evidence of his memories.
The more you learn, the less you fear. “Learn” not in the sense of academic study, but in the practical understanding of life.
Every love story is a potential grief story.
I’ve always thought you are what you are and you shouldn’t pretend to be anyone else. But Oliver used to correct me and explain that you are whoever it is you’re pretending to be.
Next to not living with those one loves, the worst torture is living with those one doesn’t love.
…you find yourself repeating, “They grow up so quickly, don’t they?
This … isn’t something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn’t always the same as what you witnessed.
He died a modern death, in hospital,……..after medical science had prolonged his life to a point where the terms on which it was being offered were unimpressive.
He gave the impression that he believed in things. We did too-it was just that we wanted to believe in our own things, rather than what had been decided for us. Hence what we thought of as our cleansing scepticism.
Cheer up! Death is round the corner.