All At Once I Felt So Vain,

A Memoir Provides A Record Not So Much Of The Memoirist As Of The Memoirist's World.

If A Few Minutes Of Suffering Could Make Me So Angry, What Would Years Of It Do? Even A Stone Can Be Worn Down With Enough Rain.

You Seemed So Desperate, Like You Might Drown If Someone Didn't Save You.

Nothing Is As Bleak As The Future, Except The Past.

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.