A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.

We are all insects. Groping towards something terrible or divine.

I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.

I am a mask, concealing the real.

The Devil teaches women what they are – or they would teach it to the Devil if he did not know.

If you are going to walk with Jesus Christ, you are going to be opposed.... In our days, to be a true Christian is really to become a scandal.

Where's the dam water fountain I'm thirsty?

Books have become products, like cereal or perfume or deodorant.

I love to be alone, and I did as a child as well, especially if I was outside.

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: 'That's the end of that.

In the eye of that Supreme Being to whom our whole internal frame is uncovered, dispositions hold the place of actions.

I am deeply a part of the problem for which Christ died.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

I think every script I read has something that sends me into a state of panic but that usually makes me want to do it.