Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient.

…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the squares and diamonds and triangles don’t fit well together anymore, it’s all become meaningless. So He has abandoned it.

Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient.

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.