“Let it all go, one foot in the grave and one bag packed. We shall go to our end in the warm glow of the past, burning up the memories, all the clutter given back.” — Peter Pouncey Copy Share Image
“The reason he could do none of the necessary things to take care of himself, on the few occasions when he thought of them,… — Peter Pouncey Copy Share Image
“. . . Most falls aren't free -- there is always the tension, it seems to me, between what you are falling from and… — Peter Pouncey Copy Share Image
“Let it all go, one foot in the grave and one bag packed. We shall go to our end in the warm glow of… — Peter Pouncey Copy Share Image
Still, wouldn't you, even if entirely secure in your own sense of direction, be at least curious where others were heading, even as you… — Peter Pouncey Copy Share Image
“Bereavement seemed to work on him as a kind of blanket allergy, making him edgy and irritable to all the outside world. And of… — Peter Pouncey Copy Share Image
