When does loyalty become martyrdom?

Times like this, with the wind moving the grass and curling around her like a huge cool hand, Tess felt the world as a second presence, as another person, as if the wind and the grass had voices of their own and she could hear them talking.

The world is what it is and won't be bargained with.

An honest book is almost as good as a friend.

The Mysteries are the Mysteries, and ultimately personal maybe the most personal thing in the universe. Evangelism, in my opinion, is a failure of the imagination. Beware of prophets: the best visions are the ones they leave in the desert.

I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise.

Average people seldom talked about anything interesting and often hurt each other savagely.