Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it.

Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.

Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They were always left...They were everything. Everything was there, in them...Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.

I like marriage. The idea.

It would be ten years before they saw each other again, and their meeting would be thick with birds.

Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God.

Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it.