
Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own. ---Carol Burnett
When I remember all The friends so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather
I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed.
--Sir Thomas More Oft in the Stilly Night
We do not remember days; we remember moments.
--Cesare Pavese, Burning Brand Diaries 1935-1950