He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

Elizabeth Hay has intelligence coming out of her fingertips - integrity, insight, and wonder in every paragraph of her writing.She connects. She stirs and provokes.

... too much brooding, not enough doing.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of snow when all night long the only sounds you heard were dogs that parked at trains that passed so far away they took a short cut through your dreams and no one even woke. It was the war that changed that. It was. After the Great War for Civilization - sleep was different everywhere.