She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

I don't think goodness is something that you learn. If you're left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you would be in trouble.

The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here. Yeah. You don't think that's so great. It's okay.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.

To have a child when you're older, it wrenches you up out of your nap and makes you look at things, you know, afresh. It forces the world on you. And I think it's a good thing.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.