Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures?

I know a great number of things, though never all at once or for very long.

Nature was beautiful and filled with spirituality without needing to be likewise full of spirits.

I could either succumb to the nightmares I’ve raised or paint them.

The Word no longer belonged to Man because they believed it did not. Man saw the gods alone as Creators and forgot that there had ever been any other way.

Angels are just beyond us. They’re creatures that biology doesn’t apply to. They don’t love humanity at all. They just love God.

You get a few of them together and don’t be surprised if pipes and drums appear out of nowhere. It is a sort of magic people believe in…

[His] leaving had stabbed her heart. This organ was not inclined to forgive her for vulnerability.

His mind was a tapestry constantly weaving and unweaving with the dedication of Penelope for her Odysseus.

You belong to the world. Don’t be afraid to be a part of it.

God has planned the world too perfectly for me to doubt that everyone is where they are supposed to be.

My wish before I die, to keep the faith.

If people are suffering then they must look within themselves. ... Happiness is not something ready-made [Buddha] can give you. It comes from your own actions.

Understand your fears and then work to conquer them.

Politics need to stop treating women as a special-interest group.

The Treorchy Male Choir - the very name is a song! May I thank the Choir, past and present, for all the glorious music-making they have shared with us.

the mediation of internal conflicts can be resolved by linkages with other problems.

The two world wars boosted American power and devastated potential rivals to an extent that could not have lasted more than a few decades.

There is just no comparison between having a dinner date with a man and staying home playing canasta with the girls.

He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers. ‘Me? Me?

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.