Gail BuckleyOnce, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories“Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.” - Jean-Dominique Bauby Jean-Dominique Bauby...
Gail BuckleyDoes it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature?“Does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature?” - Jean-Dominique Bauby Jean-Dominique Bauby quote from The...
Gail BuckleyFor half an hour, the machine that regulates my feeding tube has been beeping out into the void“For half an hour, the machine that regulates my feeding tube has been beeping out into the void. I cannot imagine anything so inane or...
Gail BuckleyFar from such din, when blessed silence returns...“Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be...
Gail BuckleyNot only was I exiled, paralyzed, mute, deaf, deprived of all pleasures and reduced to the existence“Whereupon a strange euphoria came over me. Not only was I exiled, paralyzed, mute, half deaf, deprived of all pleasures, and reduced to...