Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.

The best thing about being God would be making the heads.

The very madness of the scheme protects it.

For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.

Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. They are also dirty, rackety, packed with strangers, an object lesson in the foul contingency of life: the talkative fellow-traveller, the possibility of children.