You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.

Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.

How easy it is, treachery. You just slide into it.

Richard liked to say he picked things up for a song, which was odd, because he never sang. He never even whistled. He was not a musical person.

Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.

For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.

I'm not interested in cutting the feet off my characters or stretching them to make them fit my certain political view.