He's a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.

Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?

Christianity stretches back through the ages, but in essence it exists only at one time: right now.

How do you live with evil? Art is traditionally - certainly with my secular background - the answer, but art is very self-referential, whereas religion claims to go beyond the bounds of human existence.

Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they're doing and why they're doing it.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Nothing beats reason for keeping tigers away. But be excessively reasonable and you risk throwing out the universe with the bathwater.