There was nothing dishonourable in not being blown about by every little modern wind. Better to have worth, to entrench, to be an oak of one's own generation.

I've always had difficulties with female characters.

No problem exists in isolation, one must first reduce it to its basic components, then tackle each component in turn.

Power expands through the distribution of secrecy.

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.

God is in his Heaven and the first night was a wow.

And the ideologies trailed after these impossible events like condemned prisoners, as ideologies do when they've had their day. Because they have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.