“My grandmother formed quiet but deeply emotional attachments to places and people and would have been happy to stay forever and ever in one rectory, once her bedroom was papered in lemon yellow and the white curtains were hung there, once she had acquired a few pupils in violin and piano, but my grandfather always dreamed of movement and change, a dream from which he has not yet wakened in this ninety-sixth spring of his life.” -Tennessee Williams, “Grand”, from Collected Stories
Patricia Ann McNair 
That is beautiful. An entire life in one sentence.
Sent from my U.S. Cellular® Android-powered tabletPatricia Ann McNair wrote:
Yup. Pretty good, I think. Thanks, Kathleen, for the comment!