They haven't left us much to believe, have they? — even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home, or anything vaguer than a human being.

The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.

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

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

Have you seen a room from which faith has gone? Like a marriage from which love has gone. And patience, patience everywhere like a fog.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

The border means more than a customs house, a passport officer, a man with a gun. Over there everything is going to be different; life is never going to be quite the same again after your passport has been stamped.