You Grew Old First Not

Books Are Where Things Are Explained To You; Life Is Where Things Aren't.

Memories Of Childhood Were The Dreams That Stayed With You After You Woke.

When We Fall In Love, We Hope - Both Egotistically And Altruistically - That We Shall Be Finally, Truly Seen: Judged And Approved. Of Course, Love Does Not Always Bring Approval: Being Seen May Just As Well Lead To A Thumbs-down And A Season In Hell.

Alice Munro Can Move Characters Through Time In A Way That No Other Writer Can.

History Isn't The Lies Of The Victors, As I Once Glibly Assured Old Joe Hunt; I Know That Now. It's More The Memories Of The Survivors, Most Of Whom Are Neither Victorious Or Defeated.