He had acquired a reputation for possessing a noble character, and even for being something of a hero – or, at least, in the assessment of one contemporary commentator, one of those parties who are...

It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous nature by adults, whom they failed to resemble, and with whose...

Evil flourishes because the good aren’t good enough,” see murmured. “And sometimes the good just have bad days.

My soul longs for God, but a man is not just his soul, is he? Terrible to say, my clay lusts after the clay of nubile girl. To soothe my guilt, and please forgive my...

You’re doing it again. Using reason to argue faith. Can’t be done. Like playing croquet with a crochet hook. Sounds something like the right tool for the job, but isn’t.

Life is a cracked surface at best. Fiction is a nice edifice. / every word/sentence/paragraph gives a writer an opportunity to reinforce or deliberately crack the edifice by screwing with meaning, structure, grammar, the fourth...

Then you felt love, which is the state of feeling desire and the fulfillment of desire at the same time,” she said.

The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by something unseen.

Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby fires on distant mountains, and blue comets that come in spring...

At that moment, he realised that he did not exist to her in the same way that he existed in his own perception. She held a copied version, an interpretation of him, filtered through the...

Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects – inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to add anything to our experience of life. This is unfortunate, as...

Could your god and this infernal be called enemies, then?””It is more complicated than that. God knew what was going to happen, of course. The divine has a plan for the infernal. Because all is...

I am always a different man; a reinterpretation of the man I was yesterday, and the day before, and all the days I have lived. The past is gone, was always gone; it does not...

Think of a potter taking a misshapen bowl from his wheel and pounding it back into the tub of clay. A soul suffers while it is being pounded in this way, and suffers until it...

In the end, having no compass for his desires, he yielded to his nature.

It occurs to me that my thinking has been faulty: we do not feel God’s absence. We feel the absence of all that is lost to God, that which has set itself apart and refuses...

There were no milestones in the Copper Country. Often a traveler could only measure the progress of a journey by the time it took to get from each spoiled or broken thing to the next:...