When the course of experience made me see that there is no saviour and no special grace, no remission beyond the human, that pain is to be endured and fades, if it fades, only with time, then God became nothing to me but a dyslexic dog, with neither bark nor bite.

If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?

Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.

Religion is more than rite and ritual.

War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.

If literature does one thing, it makes you more empathetic by making you live other lives and feel the pain of others. Ideologues don't feel the pain of others because they haven't imaginatively got under their skins.

No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.