I have always unswervingly held, that God, in our civilizing world, manifests Himself not in the miracles of biblical age, but in progress. It is progress that leads humanity up the ladder towards the God-head. No Jacob's ladder this, no, but rather Civilization's Ladder, if you will.

Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.

We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.

She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.

I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.

Oh, bein' young ain't easy 'cos ev'rythin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' it for the first time.

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.