The cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant way to the West.... And because they were lonely and perplexed, because they had all come from a place of sadness and worry and defeat, and because they were all going to a mysterious new place, ... a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream.

Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

...men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

..it's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world...It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.

The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.

You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.