Destruction after all is a form of creation.

Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

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.

The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.

One never knows enough about characters in real life to put them into novels. One gets started and then, suddenly, one can not remember what toothpaste they use; what are their views on interior decoration, and one is stuck utterly. No, major characters emerge; minor ones may be photographed.

We never get accustomed to being less important to other people than they are to us.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.