Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are...
Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and I hungered for books new ways of looking and seeing.
