They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory like a thunderstorm...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
And it is always Easter Sunday at the New York City Ballet. It is always coming back to life. Not even coming back to life - it lives in the constant present.
