Those who marry God can become domesticated too - it's just as hum-drum a marriage as all the others. The word Love means a formal touch of the lips as in the ceremony of the Mass, and Ave Maria like dearest is a phrase to open a letter. This marriage like the world's marriages was held together by habits and tastes shared in common between God and themselves - it was God's taste to be worshipped and their taste to worship, but only at stated hours like a suburban embrace on a Saturday night.

I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.

Cruel men cry easily at the cinema.

Destruction after all is a form of creation.

I have never understood why people who can swallow the enormous improbability of a personal God boggle at a personal Devil.

Failure too is a form of death.

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.