I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.
A place with no handholds,no landmarks,no past at all:That would have been too much like dying
you can't change the past,Aunt Lou used to say.Oh, but I wanted to;that was the one thing I really wanted to do
