The fact that we can neither prove nor disprove the existence of something does not put existence and non-existence on an even footing.
most of us happily disavow fairies, astrology and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, without first immersing ourselves in books of Pastafarian theology etc.
My sister having so much to do, was going to church vicariously, that is to say, Joe and I were going.
A religion, even if it calls itself a religion of love, must be hard and unloving to those who do not belong to it.
No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.
It is a predisposition of human nature to consider an unpleasant idea untrue, and then it is easy to find arguments against it.
Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.
There is nothing like desire for obstructing any resemblance between what one says and what one has on one's mind.
Certainly, it is more reasonable to devote one's life to women than to postage stamps, old snuff-boxes, or even to paintings and statues.
Dinner-parties bore us because our imagination is absent, and reading interests us because it is keeping us company.
In most women's lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of 'I haven't got a thing to wear'.
Art flouts convention. Convention became convention because it works.
It is then he realises that certain things loom larger than forgiveness and reconciliation: memory, for one, and history, bloody history.
Friendship is a creative and subversive force. It claims that intimacy is the secret law of life and universe.
Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition.
Your soul is the priestess of memory, selecting, sifting, and ultimately gathering your vanishing days toward presence.
Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?
I was pirouette and flourish, I was filigree and flame. How could I count my blessings when I didn't know their names?
Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.
It was the Communists, it was the Mexicans, it was the government. And the only people who acknowledged their guilt weren't guilty at all.
I have seen an evil thing this night,' he said; 'I have seen how the dead drink the blood of the living. And the blood is the life.
