“I’d been tossing on the seas for twenty-eight years, I was used to flipping around on the waves by myself,bailing out the water like a mad fool.How did I get used to an anchor?What if that anchor broke off?”
“In all the mad incongruity, the turgid stultiloquy of life, I felt, at least, securely anchored to myself. Whatever the vacillations of other people, I thought myself terrifically constant. But now, here I am, dragging a frayed line, and my anchor gone.”
“Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.”
“Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.”
“[I] like to be anchored by routine, not shackled by it.”
“Family is the only anchor that will hold in a choppy sea.”