Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

They learned to hate her unknowability, her untouchability, the collage of her.

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.

Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.

...because he had been waiting for someone to come back to him, so every time someone knocked on the door, he couldn't stop himself from hoping it might be that person, even though he knew he shouldn't hope.

Hunting will never feed lots of people; it will always be a hobby.