The past is a closed door.

Repeat reading for me shares a few things with hot-water bottles and thumbsucking: comfort, familiarity, the recurrence of the expected.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.

Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.

There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

We understand more than we know.