“[P]erhaps you notice how the denial is so often the preface to the justification.”
“[P]erhaps we are like stones; our own history and the history of the world embedded in us, we hold a sorrow deep within and cannot weep until that history is sung.”
“How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.”
“I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.”
“Have you noticed," she asked him, "how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips by quiet unnoticed?”
“Recall how often in human history the saint and the rebel have be the same person. (p. 35)”