It was easy to imagine the beginning of time here, but also, perhaps, its end.

To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.

After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.

A story is a wondrous invention.

We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.

One's child is always one's child no matter what age they might be. You worry when your child makes a noise, when he doesn't. It's a terrible kind of love. Terrible.

False assurances were certainly more harmful than none at all.

Opportunity may knock only once but temptation leans on the door bell

When we will learn to seethere is no you and me.You and me becoming we, in the world peace will be.

A hundred times I must have thought of ways to take it back, but I wasn't smart enough to understand that an apology is a sign of strenght, not weakness (...)

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

We have the real self and the false self, there's nothing wrong with them, and everyone has both of them.

Forever is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home

If the 'self-life' is supreme, Satan does not have to be invited in. The lines are already set for the 'electric' current to flow. Satan is master of ceremonies, though he be apparently non-existent.

There is no detour to holiness, Jesus came to the resurrection through the cross, not around it.

The mind, of course, is just what the brain does for a living.

Short stories can be rather stark and bare unless you put in the right details. Details make stories human, and the more human a story can be, the better.