He had gone again and, emboldened by his first successful trip, had chosen a different sort of world to enter, that of THE MONK. He had studied the book with great care and finally selected...

This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect.

You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly giving you for a portrait – a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished. And, though...

When his flock thronged into the midnight service, there was wonder on every face at the newly hung greens and the softly flickering candles on each windowsill. To the simple beauty of the historic church...

I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep...

Whole worlds’ darkness is not enough to dark the blaze of a candle..

The first one to bed always lit the candle, and the last one turned out the lamp….The tradition had seen them through quite a bit by now, and Rebecca had come to love the candlelight,...