God made man in his own image, not in shape, not in intelligence, not in eyes or ears, not in hands or feet, but in this total inwardness.
Questions were a sort of inner itch, an urge to go forward. Questions, that is real questions, had this about them, they were exciting. You never quite knew where you were going to land.
She made no effort to help me catch her, no effort towards her own safety. Being safe meant not doing these things at all, being safe meant trust in another.
The daylight schooled the senses and the night-time developed the wits, stretched the imagination, sharpened fantasy, hammered home the memory and altered the scale of values.
'love' meant the recognition of perfectibility in another.
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