The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.
I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?
Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.
I think the story is the most ancient form of human entertainment.
A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.