Hate is a thing, a feeling, that can only exist where there is no understanding.
Guilt is universal.
Guessing isn’t knowing.
Funerals are pretty compared to death. Funerals are quiet, but deaths – not always.
Everything has its shadowy side.
Don’t you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour—but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands—and who knows what to do with it?
Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.
Death commences too early — almost before you’re half acquainted with life — you meet the other…
Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.
At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.
All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.
