“But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust”

“A child's dreams should never be discounted, rather uplifted to the stars”

“I couldn’t even picture Mavis’s face anymore. It was sad. She was being erased. I wanted to put my finger on her forehead, but there was nothing there.”

“‎Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her...”

“Yes, I’ll be glad.” And she said suddenly, “There are some times, Joseph, when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.”He looked quickly at her in astonishment at her statement of his own thought. “How did you think that, dear?”“I don’t know. Why?”“Because I was thinking it at that moment — and there are times when the people and the hills and the earth, all, everything except the stars, are one, and the love of them all is strong like a sadness.”“Not the stars, then?”“No, never the stars. The stars are always strangers — sometimes evil, but always strangers. Smell the sage, Elizabeth. It’s good to be getting home.”

“...maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks...”