It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.

I'm going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

Who knew that better than I, who had presided over the death of my own body, seeing all I called human wither and die only to form an unbreakable chain which held me fast to this world yet made me forever its exile, a specter with a beating heart?

Being liberated means reading what you want to read, and fantasizing about what you want to fantasize about.