You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?.

All the emotions have something in common. People are quite aware of the sorrow there always is in lust, but they are not so aware of the lust there is in sorrow.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.

It is the storytellers task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval.

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.

Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.