After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
It’s odd when I think of the arc of my life, from child to young woman to aging adult. First I was who I was. Then I didn’t know who I was. Then I invented someone, and became her. Then I’d began to like what I’d invented. And finally, I was what I was again.