I know nothing of God or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

Remember always, he said, that nothing is as precious to us as the magnificent gift of life. Let the moon and the stars always remind you of this-that though we are tiny creatures in this universe, we are filled with life.

God, why didn't you make us all dogs?

Dickens is a very underrated writer at the moment. Everyone in his time admired him but I think right now he's not spoken of enough.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.