I donโt know where the universe came from or what happens to creatures when they die. I donโt know if the whole thingโs an unravelling accident or an inscrutable design. I donโt know how one should liveโbut I know that one should live, if one can possibly bear it.
Glen DuncanYes, Eden was beautiful- and if I had to squeeze through corporeal keyholes to crash it- so be it. (Hasnโt it bothered you, this part of the story, my being there, I mean? What was I doing there? โPresume not the ways of God to scan,โ youโve been told in umpteen variations, โthe proper study of Mankind is Man.โ Maybe so, but what, excuse me, was the Devil doing in Eden?) I took the forms of animals. I found I could. (Thatโs generally my reason for doing something, by the way, because I find I can.)
Glen DuncanThat's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.
Glen Duncan