Book: The Face
Quotes of Book: The Face
2:58:36 And maybe here's a bit of insight: My face is and isn't me. It's a nice face. It has lots of people in it. My parents, my grandparents, and their grandparents, all the way back through time and countless generations to my earliest ancestors-all those iterations are here in my face, along with all the people who've ever looked at me. And the light and shadows are here, too, the joys, anxieties, griefs, vanities, and laughter. The sun, the rain, the wind, the broom poles, and the iron fences that have distressed my face with lines and scars and creases-all here. book-quoteLater on, I asked her {her mother}, "How does it feel?""What?""When you can't remember things. Does it frighten you? Do you feel sad?""Well, not really. I have this condition, you see. It's called osteo...ost...""You mean Alzheimer's?" I said, helping her out.She looked astonished. "Yes! How on earth did you know that?""Just a guess...""I can never remember the name," she explained."Of course not.""It affects my memory...""...And that's why you can't remember"?"She frowned and shook her head. "Remember what?""There's not a single thing I can do about it," she told me when I reminded her. "If there was something I could do and wasn't doing it, then I could feel sad or depressed. But as it is..." She shrugged."So you're okay with it?"She looked at me, patiently. "I don't have much choice," she explained. "So I may as well be happy. book-quote
