And what if I fail?" "Ah! Then you'll have a story to tell.
Practice at hunger makes the fast easier.
I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another.
There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best.
Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel himself to be nothing more than a speck of human dust?
It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it