Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.

Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.

How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.

We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.

And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.