“Instead, ourselves the beneficiaries of this kind of benign neglect, we now measure success as the extent to which we manage to keep our children monitored, tethered, tied to us.”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Children, Raising Kids
“As adults we lose memory of the gravity and terrors of childhood.”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: What It Means To Grow Up, Growing Up, Childhood, Memory
“Only then did I realize that during the three weeks that had passed between taking the taxi to Lenox Hill, on the fourteenth of June, and receiving the results of the full-body PET scan, on the eighth of July, I had allowed this year’s most deeply blue nights to come and go without my notice. What d…”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Loss, sickness, Life, Change
“Things went wrong. She lost confidence. She became apprehensive in crowds. She was no longer entirely comfortable at the weddings of her grandchildren or even, in truth, at family dinners. She made mystifying, even hostile, judgments.”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Gone Wrong, Wrong, Apprehensive
“She was depressed. She was anxious. Because she was depressed and because she was anxious she drank too much. This was called medicating herself.”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Alcohol, Drinking Too Much, Anxious, Depression
“During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Blue Nights, Chill, Summer Is Gone
“She was depressed. She was anxious. Because she was depressed and because she was anxious she drank too much. This was called medicating herself.”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Drinking, Alcohol, Self-Medicating
“The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers s…”— Joan Didion, amazon.comTagged: Summer, Loss, Feeling in colour, Gloaming, Apprehension