I don't miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

“Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your li…”

“As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in t…”

“It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.”

“The room was freezing. It smelled of people who had gone away to live other liv…”