So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.

She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.

Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.

Even God used silence as a strategy.