How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.

The simplest things can be the most profound.

Art is a way of thinking with your hands.

"The dead are as real as the living, but in a different way."