God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on every thing said. He did not start forward to seize on my slightest pause, to assert an understanding of something before the thought was finished, or to argue with a swift, irresistible impulse -- the things which often make dialogue impossible. And after a long interval he said, 'I want you. I want you more than anything in the world.

First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.

… in the relentless and meaningless manner one searches for something in a nightmare, coming on doors that won’t open or drawers that won’t shut, struggling over and over against the same meaningless thing, not knowing why the effort seems so desperate, why the sudden sight of a chair with a shawl thrown over it inspires the mind with horror.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.