I'm not afraid of terrorism at all. I'm afraid of loss of our freedom, loss of mobility, loss of global comradeship.
I don't think anything can prepare you for one's losses.
I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.
My father came a couple of times, but he always blamed his hearing loss on my loud amplifiers. So he didn't come anymore, but I had his support.
I've lost lots of men in my life, besides my mother, which is a whole different loss.
What helps me is watching other people negotiate loss. I think about how we dropped a bomb on people in Hiroshima and 150,000 people were killed in one night. Those people had to mourn and they had to rebuild their city right away.
