In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth.

People change, though, especially after they are dead.

Religious people of any serious kind made her nervous: they were like men in raincoats who might or might not be flashers.

What thumbsuckers we all are...when it comes to mothers.

I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.

Magic has its own weight, and that weight, the gravity of it, is pulling the fabric of reality like a bowling ball on a spandex sheet.

The love of God pays no attention to my prejudices caused by my natural individuality.

We pray pious blether our will is not in it and then we say God does not answer we never asked Him for anything. Asking means that our wills are in what we ask.

They say for every high high there must be a low low low low low

The final word is love.

The sinner sins against himself; the wrongdoer wrongs himself, becoming the worse by his own action.

We learn most not from all of the things that go right. We learn most when everything goes wrong.

Images have been reproached for being a way of watching suffering at a distance, as if there were some other way of watching.

The most fun is to play clubs, because you actually get to see the people.