Will We Ever Reach A Point When

The Dead Don't Bear A Grudge Nor Seek A Blessing. The Dead Don't Rest Uneasy. Only The Living.

Well, You're Young. You Know A Lot You Won't Know Later On.

I Used To Think There Would Be A Blinding Flash Of Light Someday, And Then I Would Be Wise And Calm And Would Know How To Cope With Everything And My Kids Would Rise Up And Call Me Blessed. Now I See That Whatever I'm Like, I'm Pretty Well Stuck With It For Life. Hell Of A Revelation That Turned Out To Be.

As We Grow Older We Should Become Not Less Radical But More So.

If I Hadn't Had My Children, I Wouldn't Have Written More And Better, I Would Have Written Less And Worse.