what makes us so afraid is the thing we half see, or half hear, as in a wood at dusk, when a tree stump becomes an animal and a sound becomes a siren. And most of that fear is the fear of not knowing, of not actually seeing correctly.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.

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

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.

what makes us so afraid is the thing we half see, or half hear, as in a wood at dusk, when a tree stump becomes an animal and a sound becomes a siren. And most of that fear is the fear of not knowing, of not actually seeing correctly.