Now I no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

Now that I think of it, she looked splendid. I wish I had met her somewhere else. I wish I had appreciated her as she deserved. I wish that everything had gone differently.

I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.

Governments represent their citizens in the same way as parasites represent their hosts.

Some people are so impoverished all they have is gold.

I suppose it is a bit of a date that we're having at the moment. As is usually the case you don't get married on a first date, you've got to go out a few times before you make any big decisions.

But as the clerical pretensions are more exacting than all others, being put forward with an assertion that no answer is possible without breach of duty and sin, so are they more galling.

I work really hard - that doesn't mean I deserve anything, but it's really cool to see the positive reaction people give to something you worked so hard on. It's one of the best feelings.

What the cops did to Rodney King was wrong, and the officers who beat him should be sent straight to prison.

The authentic pagan has no need of religion because, whatever religion can provide, he already has it.

Jerusalem is united, will never be divided again.