She wasn’t religious. She didn’t believe in heaven or hell, only in ghosts, Ouija boards, tables which rapped and little inept voices speaking plaintively of flowers

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.

You can’t conceive, my child, nor can I or anyone the … appalling … strangeness of the mercy of God.

A brain was only capable of what it could conceive, and it couldn't conceive what it had never experienced

Should could no longer feel grief. She was now like a Geiger counter that had been subjected to too much radiation, no longer capable of giving any reaction, noiselessly displaying a reading of zero.

I'll show you my theory, if you show me yours.

So I do not pray. I accept the means at my disposal for working out my destiny. It seems to me that I have been given a mind and will power for that very purpose.

The past not merely is not fugitive it remains present.

It's so much better to desire than to have.... The moment of desire, when you know something is going to happen - that's the most exalting.

Honest error may play prologue to wonders.

I find that as you get older, you start to simplify things in general.

It's easy to choose doing what you love when there are people out there supporting you.

As you awaken, may your dreams greet you by name, and may you answer, "Yes!"

It may look as though two chess players are sitting at the board peacefully calculating possibilities, but in actuality they are seething with a kaleidoscope of emotions.