Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.

Wear your boots if you wander today

I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.

There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.

It might be suggested, and not easily disproven that anything, no matter how exotic, can be believed by someone. On the other hand, abstract belief is largely impossible; it is the concrete, the actuality of the cup, the candle, the sacrificial stone, which hardens belief; the statue is nothing until it cries, the philosophy is nothing until the philosopher is martyred.

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.