Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna.

Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age. I Have Earned It.

Poetry Has A Way Of Teaching One What One Needs To Know ... If One Is Honest.

Miracles Cannot Be Explained, That Is Their Miraculous Nature.

The Value Of Solitude - One Of Its Values - Is, Of Course, That There Is Nothing To Cushion Against Attacks From Within, Just As There Is Nothing To Help Balance At Times Of Particular Stress Or Depression.

It Looks As If I Were Meant To Be Alone, And That Any Hope Of Happiness Is Not Meant. Am I Too Old To Acquire The Knack For Happiness?