When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is.

A woman's mink coat represents the sacrifice of a lot of little animals, including her husband.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.

If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.

How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.