“Every new thought of mine is like my child. And as soon as it is conceived, I must abandon it. I might return to dote on it later, or I might try to strangle it or drown it with logic.”
“If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that...”
“I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.”
“I had no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.”
“See you soon,” I whispered. I bit my lip; and, in a moment of sheer abandon, I added, “I think I might . . . you know . . . love you, by the way.” “Too,” Joshua whispered back groggily. “Love.”
“Father of mine, I abandon myself to you, make of me that which is pleasing to you. Whatever you might do to me, I thank you.”