I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don’t think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray.
The future lies ahead like a glittering city, but like the cities of the desert disappears when approached.
Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
"I love you". Why is that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?
Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
I needed lessons in love. I still do because nothing could be simpler, nothing could be harder, than love.
I had been taught to look for monsters and devils and I found ordinary people.
My advice is this. When you are young and you read something that you very much dislike, put it aside and read it again three years later.
Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.
When Grandma died I found her. I didn't know she was dead. I just knew that she wasn't eating the jam and cream sandwiches.