“You look to me, a weak old man, / a whisper of a man. / Strength left me some while back. / I tremble, I blur.”
“If one is destined to live as a Sisyphus in an abyss, there is good sense in distinguishing a meaningful boulder from insignificant pebbles. A Sisyphus making a boulder out of a pebble would only become a comedy.”
“Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.”
“You do not beg the sun for mercy.”
‘“What do you want to be when you grow up?” “Kind.” Said the boy.’
“There ought to be a separate language, she thought, for words that are truer than other words - for perfect, absolute truth. It was the purest fact of her life: she did not understand him, and she never would.”
“Motherhood is a strange thing. No wrong / Can make you hate the child you’ve borne…Dead, the son born of my own body…Once he left this country / He never saw me again. He only accused me / Of killing his father and sent me terrible threats…But now, today, I am free, free from fear…I can enjoy my days in peace.”
“Our Father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the English sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great deal and overwhelming love for no-goods and blots-on-the-town and bums…”
"I seen hundreds of men come by on the road...an' every damn one of 'em's got a little piece of land in his head. An' never a God damn one of 'em ever gets it. Just like heaven...Nobody ever gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It's just in their head."
“…because she felt that doors had been invented to stay closed and that curiosity for what was going on in the street was a matter for harlots.”
“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you...” “Yes, that is so,” said the fox. “But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince. “Yes, that is so,” said the fox. ”Then it has done you no good at all!” “It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the colour of the wheat fields.”
“Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counter-glance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too,’ the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realise I never can.”
“It was as if the air itself had been drained and left empty. It was like a light bulb which had been switched off. In reality, it wasn’t a lodge at all, it was a halfway house. But halfway to where? And was she halfway there, or halfway back?”
"If there is a God, I don't think he laughs. We like to think that he does - that he has a sense of humour, that he is like us...but I think he is God because he is nothing like us."
"Wiremu had continued to write to Phoebe, but no reply to his letters ever came. He regrettably accepted that she had moved on and eventually stopped writing to her."
"The flowers could fool you in the daytime. They could make you believe you weren't floating in outer space. But at night, you knew."
"...once the FDA had been effectively neutered and become dependent on industry for funding, there was a shift...Instead of backing into disasters, executives made death and injury integral parts of their then undisclosed plans."
"I've often thought that maybe what happens to you as a child determines everything about you. What you are and what you do, and somehow even the things that happen to you."
"If you leave the teenagers to themselves to decide what their culture will look like, chances are they will get it wrong. The adults need to show leadership."
"The Baglioni are true believers...They believe in paradise. Such a great gift. How otherwise can man bear this mortal life? Unfortunately, such a belief also gives evil men the courage to comit great crimes in the name of good and God."
"I saw you in every angel, I say as I begin making my way down towards her...On every wall I saw you, in every segment of every dome, in every alcove, on every altar, every font and tabernacle, in every sanctuary."