Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel; sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.

He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.

For God's sake stop making people in your image. Harry was real. He wasn't just your hero and my lover. He was Harry. He was in a racket. He did bad things. What about it? He was the man we knew.

God save us always,' I said 'from the innocent and the good.

The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety.