If You Could Hold Your Nose To

I Guess Real Maturity, Which Most Of Us Never Achieve, Is When You Realize That You're Not The Center Of The Universe.

The World That Is In Me Is The Only World I Have By Which To Grasp The World Outside And As I Write Fiction, It Is The Chart By Which I Must Steer.

I Think, She Began Quietly, I Think We Want... Not Just Bread For Our Bellies. We Want More Than Only Bread. We Want Food For Our Hearts, Our Souls. We Want- How To Say It? We Want, You Know- Puccini Music.... We Want For Our Beautiful Children Some Beauty. She Leaned Over And Kissed The Curl On Her Finger. We Want Roses.

We Do Have Trouble Dealing With Death, But It's The One Thing That Is Guaranteed We Are All Going To Have To Do, And We Are Going To Have To Face It Many Times Before We Die Ourselves.

When My Husband Died, People Kept Telling Me Not To Cry. People Kept Trying To Help Me To Forget. But I Didn't Want To Forget. [...] So I Realize, That If It's Hard For Me, How Much Harder It Must Be For You.