People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. – Marcel Proust
I worked with John, but I had enough sense to walk just a little ways behind him. I could have made more records, but I wanted to have a marriage. – June Carter Cash
