You can't eat the orange and throw the peel away - a man is not a piece of fruit.
What work you do! It's strange work for a Christian girl to hang old women!
Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.
The job is to ask questions - it always was - and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.
Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.
He wants to live on through something - and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. All of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.