“Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.”
“Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.”
Janet Turpin Myers
“If I had a wish it would be this: that Google maps could take me, not to just anywhere on the planet, but to anywhere in time.”
Janet Turpin Myers, Nightswimming“I’ve always felt sorry for Mike Collins, driving all the way to the moon but not allowed out of the car to look around.”
Janet Turpin Myers, Nightswimming“Why doesn’t anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?”
Janet Turpin Myers, Nightswimming“The universe is a gathering of nows that I spread before my feet like a landscape.”
Janet Turpin Myers, Nightswimming“Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.”
Janet Turpin Myers, the last year of confusion“Blessing Number One. Thank you for getting old because it means you are getting to live.”
Janet Turpin Myers, the last year of confusion“Such is the dilemma of the atheist. Who to thank? It’s a terrible condition, to feel one’s heart swelling with the wonders of our world and yet have nobody to thank for it. It makes a man feel thwarted.”
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