Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know. Don't try and shut it out.

I don't see any sign of God in this world, in the place where we live and things we know. It can all be explained to my mind perfectly satisfactorily without God. But in the great darkness beyond this little spark of light where I live, of course there may be all kinds of things. There may be a god. So I'm really an agnostic.

Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and be wiser and stronger, and those who want us to obey and be humble and submit.

It does not make sense. It cannot exist. It's impossible, and if it isn't impossible, it's irrelevant, and if it isn't either of those things, it's embarrassing.

Everything has a meaning, if only we could read it.

Was there only one world after all which spent its time dreaming of others?

A story, to me, has a particular sprite, like the angel of the spirit of that story - and it's my job to attend to what it wants to do.