Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.

It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.

We shall choose our adversaries, not the other way around.

There was a time when people accepted magical experiences as natural. There were no priests then, and no one went chasing after the secrets of the occult.

To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God.

Enthusiasm is the force that leads us to the final victory.

I was trying to come round to the idea that there might be an invisible reality capable of interfering in our lives, but the only reason I did so was because of a love I didn't want to believe I felt but which was continuing to grow in a subtle, devastating way. I was content in my universe and didn't want to change it at all, even though I was being propelled in that direction.