Any half-awake materialist well knows - that which you hold holds you.

And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?

What are the odds that two separate writers, strangers, a thousand miles apart, would each invent fictions in which guys take girls to an esoteric frog lecture on their first date? If that isn't synchronicity, it's something equally as weird.

Genius may stand on the shoulders of giants, but it stands alone.

She needed help, but God was in a meeting whenever she rang.

To the extent that this world surrenders its richness and diversity, it surrenders its poetry; to the extent that it relinquishes its capacity to surprise, it relinquishes its music; to the extent that it loses its ability to tolerate ridiculous and even dangerous exceptions, it loses its grace.

There are two lost continents.... We are one: the lovers.