Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.

Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.