In this world, goodness is destined to be defeated.

Why is there such a gap between nonspeaking animals and speaking man, when there is no other such gap in nature?

Small disconnected facts, if you take note of them, have a way of becoming connected.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

Life is fits and starts, mostly fits.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

Ooooh," Kate groans, Kate herself now. "I'm so afraid." "I know." "What am I going to do?" "You mean right now?" "Yes." "We'll go to my car. Then we'll drive down to the French Market and get some coffee. Then we'll go home." "Is everything going to be all right?" "Yes." "Tell me. Say it." "Everything is going to be all right.