When we talk about our lives, long or short, brief and tragic or enduring beyond comprehension, we impose a continuity on them, and that continuity is a lie.

His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

The human heart is my school.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.