But she didn’t want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like a beast that had trained its steps to fit in its cage.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.

She felt the phrase “demand her rights” had lain inside her forever, waiting.

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.

The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.

Inside her it was as if death didn’t exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

- How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it's like holding a warm egg in my hand.

Success is messy. But so is life. Deal with it. Poverty is messier.

I'm sorry to say it, but it was hard on me to see life continue all around.

Be hungry for success, hungry to make your mark, hungry to be seen and to be heard and to have an effect. And as you move up and become successful, make sure also to be hungry for helping others.

There is a great deal of hard lying in the world; especially among people whose characters are above suspicion.

Never believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don't learn you don't know.

Avoid prologues: they can be ­annoying, especially a prologue ­following an introduction that comes after a foreword.

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...

If professional religious leaders can [no longer] instruct..., our artists and creative writers can perhaps step into this priestly role and bring fresh insight to our lost and damaged world.

I have one passion. It is He, only He.

To kill or not to kill, that was the question that haunted me.