“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”

“Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.”

“In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.”

“Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.”

“Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.”

“And now I cry in the middle of the night for the same damn thing.”

“Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.”

“Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away.
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away.”

“I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.”

“Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.”