Home, I think. But it's nowhere I can go back to.

Potential has a shelf life.

Forgiving men is so much easier than forgiving women.

Never pray for justice, because you might get some.

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

It isn't chic for women to be drunk. Men drunks are more excusable, more easily absolved, but why? It must be thought they have better reasons.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

There is never only one, of anyone

Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, the slight initial tug of an undertow.

Human nature defeats me sometimes, how greed and spite can lurk so divisively around the utmost courage and sacrifice.

...we steal with our eyes closed to the conditions in which the poor, who make our affluence possible, live. We covet what our neighbours have and want more of the same.

Whenever it is possible a boy should choose some occupation which he should do even if he did not need the money.

An artist's flair is sometimes worth a scientist's brains.

Socrates used to call the opinions of the many by the name of Lamiae, bugbears to frighten children.

Nature will kill you without a minute's thought, and in nastier ways than a crazy guy with agun. It doesn't make her any less beautiful.

Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?" "Its a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly.

Just as important as having a list of priorities is every once in a while starting from the bottom.

Religions do a useful thing: they narrow God to the limits of man. Philosophy replies by doing a necessary thing: it elevates man to the plane of God.

As a bookish adolescent, I sopped up texts as if I were blotting paper and they were fluid.