[The witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.

We have had enough, once and for all, of Hedonism--the gloomy philosophy which says that Pleasure is the only good.

No people find each other more absurd than lovers

Truth and falsehood are opposed; but truth is the norm not of truth only but of falsehood also.

Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.

Sainthood lies in the habit of referring the smallest actions to God.