Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

...being alone with him was like being in a room which someone had just violently left

Everything we do is tinged with the knowledge that this may be the last time that we will do this, and that makes what we're doing incredibly sweet.

No two things the same, the equals sign a scandal.

I don't make a distinction between men and women. To me they are just people.

Given the world that he created, it would be an impiety against God to believe in him.

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.