Love’s lengthways splits the heart in two – the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.
Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.
Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what’s in it until it’s too late!
I am good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject.
The only selfish life is a timid one.
Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.
I have met a great many people on their way towards God and I wonder why they have chosen to look for him rather than themselves.
I don’t hate men, I just wish they’d try harder. Theyall want to be heroes and all we want is for them to stay at home and help with the housework and the kids. That’s not the kind of heroism they enjoy.
Life is so simple when you’re just doing your job.
Passion is not well bred.
The universe has no sides, no end, can’t be mapped. Enough to make a man talk about God, make a man superstitious and worship an idol. The science never gets as far as the strangeness.
I like to think the price I paid by being open about my private life helped.
I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.
It may be that there was no reason or purpose, for mankind must always be finding reasons where there are none, and comfort in a purpose that hardly exists.
Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not.
Mankind, I hazard, wherever found, Civilized or Savage, cannot keep to any purpose for much length of time, except the purpose of destroying himself.
Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.
Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.
Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped.