It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.

This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.

Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience.