Attempts to tame the wayward and domesticate the riotous, to make the unknowable predictable and enchain the free-roaming – all such things sound the death knell to love. Zygmunt Bauman
My father’s death from prostate cancer in 1993 was tragic. He never complained about pain. He was a fighter. By the time he was ready to die he wasn’t able to die in the way that he wanted to, which seemed an outrage to me. Zoe Wanamaker
My mother was adorable, a great giggler. My father was very strong and could be quite frightening. Zoe Wanamaker
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