There are days when it seems to me that in literature the most convincing depiction of the world in which we live is to be found in the phantasmagorical kingdom through which Lewis Carroll took Alice on a tour.

I'm small, I'm young - and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

Dogs are one of those things that make you happy and make you wonder.

Inaction counted as a choice.

Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.

Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work-it's a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.