My will, shall become your will. My heart, shall become your heart.

Heaven is reality itself. All that is fully real is Heavenly. For all that can be shaken will be shaken and only the unshakeable remains.

“Who are you?” One who has waited long for you to speak.

For prayer is request. The essence of request, as distinct from compulsion, is that it may or may not be granted.

[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.

When humans should have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience, then they will put on its glory, or rather that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch.

Feeling like the voice she liked best in all the world was calling her name.