What matters is the imaginative truth.

never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.

We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable.

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.

... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey?