“When I am old, I hope to remember sadness unequivocally.”
“I took a photo of us, mid-embrace. When I am old and alone I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.”
“I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.”
“I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.”
“Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad...”
“I am...sad and angry. I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.”