Believing in religion is like believing that adulthood is the solution to childhood.

The big secret about Art is that no one wants it to be true.

We have been taught to wish for it, but the wish to be understood may be our most vengeful demand, may be the way we hang on, as adults , to our grudge against our mothers; the way we never let our mothers off the hook for their not meeting our every need. Wanting to be understood, as adults, can be our most violent form of nostalgia.

Believing in religion is like believing that adulthood is the solution to childhood.

You write to find out what you believe.

Lovers, of course, are notoriously frantic epistemologists, second only to paranoiacs (and analysts) as readers of signs and wonders.

There is nothing more terrorizing than the possibility that nothing is hidden. There is nothing more scandalous than a happy marriage