Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way.

How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

Nothing happens carelessly. We’re not brought into the world without reason, even though we may never understand the reason. An infant that lives an hour, that dies before it can lay eyes on those who made it, even that soul did not live without purpose: this is my sudden certainty.

Superman is, after all, an alien life form. He is simply the acceptable face of invading realities.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Everything is in flux: everything changes; the body changes, the soul changes. We are capable of extraordinary self-transmutat ion and internal self-transforma tion.