Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.

A powerful dragon crying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a sight and a sound hardly to be imagined.

Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I've been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

It is wonderful what you can do when you have to.

Never exaggerate. Never say more than you really mean.

Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us.

By repenting, one acknowledges them as sins-therefore not to be repeated.