People think they know what they want but they generally don't. Sometimes if they're lucky they'll get it anyways.

He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

Pain for the old was no longer a surprise.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is rather that if there were no God then there could be no witness for there could be no identity to the world but only each man's opinion of it. The priest saw that there is no man who is elect because there is no man who is not. To God every man is a heretic.