I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.

I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

They are always saying God loves us. If thats love Id rather have a bit of kindness.

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.

Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?