Death Was Far More Certain Than God.

Lies Had Deserted Me, And I Felt As Lonely As Though They Had Been My Only Friends.

A Story Has No Beginning Or End: Arbitrarily One Chooses That Moment Of Experience From Which To Look Back Or From Which To Look Ahead.

Politics, War, Marriage, Crime, Adultery. Everything That Exists In The World Has Something To Do With Money.

And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

I Could Have Waited Years, Now That I Knew The End Of The Story. I Was Cold And Wet And Very Happy. I Could Even Look With Charity Towards The Altar And The Figure Dangling There. She Loves Us Both, I Thought, But If There Is To Be A Conflict Between An Image And A Man, I Know Who Will Win. I Could Put My Hand On Her Thigh Or My Mouth On Her Breast; He Was Imprisoned Behind The Altar And Couldn't Move To Plead His Cause.