He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.

Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves.

Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forgot the word…

Clocks slay time. Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.

My darling Angel ...

The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.