We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.

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

I was afraid I was goin to die and then I was afraid I wasnt.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us.

Years later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation.