"When I lived in my last house, Weaver’s Cottage, I had a wise and lovely neighbor in her 90s who once said to me: “The thing about growing older, dear, is that you don’t ever stop being the age you were, you just add each new age to it. So I never envy the young, because I’m still twenty years old myself, and thirty, and forty, and so on. By the time you’re my age, you have so many selves to be, and draw upon, and enjoy, that I can only feel compassion for young people, who still have so very few."