Remember, he is not, like you, a pure spirit. Never having been a human (Oh that abominable advantage of the Enemy's) you don't realize how enslaved they are to the pressure of the ordinary.

Your book bill ought to be your biggest extravagance.

The change which the writing wrought in me (and of which I did not write) was only a beginning; only to prepare me for the gods' surgery. They used my own pen to probe my wound.

You can't know, you can only believe - or not.

To love you as I should, I must worship God as Creator.

I am a product [...of] endless books.

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.