The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.

Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.

Where happiness was not a possibility, the illusion of it was always more important.

Stories are the best democracy we have. We are allowed to become the other we never dreamed we could be.

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday... He consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it.

Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.

The luxury of age was the giving up of vanity.