If the sun is shining, stand in it- yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass- they have to- because time passes. The pursuit of happiness is more elusive; it is life-long, and it is...
I'm telling you stories. Trust me.
I primi pellegrini avevano una cattedrale al posto del cuore. Erano loro il tempio, non costruito da mani umane. L'Ecclesia di Dio. Il canto che li sospingeva sulle onde era l'inno che intonavano i ba...
I have had a lot to put up with, she said, looking meaningfully at me. I know the Bible tells us to turn the other cheek but there are only so many cheeks in a day.
I have come so far so fast that I haven't had time to ask whether or not this is where I want to be
I asked him why he was a priest, and he said if you have to work for anyone, an absentee boss is best.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality. That is why we invent stories, I said. And what if we are the story we invent? He said.
Energy cannot be lost, only transformed; where do the words go?
El amor es tan fuerte como la muerte.
Credeam ca vrea sa calatoreasca, dar imi spune adevaruri pe care le stiu deja, ca nu e nevoie sa plece de pe insula ca sa vada lumea, ca are destule mari si orase in minte. Daca e asa, daca toti le av...
A meaningless life for a human being has none of the dignity of animal unselfconsciousness; we cannot simply eat, sleep, hunt and reproduce - we are meaning-seeking creatures. The Western world has do...
Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth.
I don't read reviews because by then it's too late - whatever anyone says, the book won't change. It is written.
Gifts — that strange word, a signifier meaning disappointment you can hold in your hands.
Why is the measure of love loss?
Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers hav...
We were to be the lightest of things, he and I, lifting each other up above the heaviness of life. If was because we knew that gravity is always part of the equation that we tried to defeat it.
They sounded like intestines, only on the outside, and the men in the Bible were always having them cut off and not being able to go to church. Horrid.
The words come at my call but who calls whom?
That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words, unable to escape through the Saturnian discipline of lead, so filled the...