For two years nobody talked about anything other than the name arrangement. There was no fund-raising and no progress being made on construction and design.

I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works but each one launches another. Every constraint even dullness frees up a new design.

It's all in how you arrange the thing... the careful balance of the design is the motion.

I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

I never really got on that well with Yoko anyway. Strangely enough I only started to get to know her after John's death.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death the pain is over. Yeah I guess it is a friend.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

I don't really talk about my personal life. It's a strange and funny and weird thing. Sometimes you have a conversation with someone and the paparazzi snaps a picture of you and people decide you're dating. If I try to answer everything people say I would be up all night.

Dating is kind of hard. Like dinner or something like that. Like a forced awkward situation is very strange. Especially for me for some reason.