“I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.”
“I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.”
“Cut me off from the Church? They can't do that! I repent do damn fast!”
“As for myself, I am splintered by great waves. I am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered. I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.”
“I think people are nuts to shut themselves inside all day. We're cutting ourselves off from each other and it's only going to get worse.”
“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun's melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”