Which does a man prefer? Bacon and eggs, or worship? Sometimes one, sometimes the other, depending how hungry he is. - Margaret Atwood

There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that’s all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.

I’m sorry there is so much pain in this story. I’m sorry it’s in fragments, like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force. But there is nothing I can do to change it.
I’ve tried to put some of the good things in as well. Flowers, for instance, because where would we be without them?

There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't underrate it.