The wisdom to quit is all we have left.
"come quickly, I am tasting the stars!"
You imagine it can't happen to you, and then it does.
News is something somebody doesn't want printed; all else is advertising.
For years, on and off, I have woken in the dark, shouting out loud, stricken with horror at the impossible fact of death. It has been my most abiding and paralyzing terror.
But it was Stu who banished it from me. At the hospice he looked me in the eye, very seriously, very quietly, and said, of what was happening to him. "It's okay. It's okay." I knew it was not, that what he was doing was reassuring me and it was an act of such generosity that for a while I couldn't find anything strong enough inside of me to reply. "It's okay," he said. "It's not hard.