I might have known better, nothing is what everybody wants, the world runs on that law. Personally, if I could, I would instigate Meat-Axe Day, and out of the goodness of my heart I would...

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

I have been loved,” she said, “by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

…he is not like other children, not cruel, or savage. For this very reason he is called ‘strange.’ A child who is mature, in the sense that the heart is mature, is always, I have...

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and...

To think is to be sick…

She said to herself: ‘Is not the gown the natural raiment of extremity? What nation, what religion, what ghost, what dream has not worn it—infants, angels, priests, the dead; why—should not the doctor, in the...

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.