“I wonder if my readers know the colour of that "darkness seen by candlelight." It was different in quality from darkness on the road at night. It was a repletion, a pregnancy of tiny particles like fine ashes, each particle luminous as a rainbow.”
“So it is that time reenacts the most curious yet earnest spectacles within the human heart.”
“What I hate most is the majority that rests in comfort upon its mediocre accomplishments.”
“No matter what her sins in a former life, may her illness, her pain, be transferred to me.”