...the heart is an organ of fire.

Jung was absolutely right about one thing. We are occupied by gods. The mistake is to identify with the god occupying you.

The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.

Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

There was always, he thought, this pleasure ahead of him, an ace of joy up his sleeve so he could say you can do anything to me, take everything away, put me in prison, but I will know [her] when we are old.

Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.

We own the country we grow up in, or we are aliens and invaders.