“She said, “You disgust me. How do you live with yourself?” So I said, “Like I live with my clone: with many pats on the back, accompanied by high flattery.”

“The Real made me contemplate the light of the veils as the star of strong backing rose, and He said to me, “Do you know how many veils I have veiled you with?”“No”, I replied.He said, “With seventy veils. Even if you raise them you will not see Me, and if you do not raise them you will not see Me.”“If you raise them you will see Me and if you do not raise them you will see Me.”“Take care of burning yourself!”“You are My sight, so have faith. You are My Face, so veil yourself”

“Just be prepared," she said. "When you do come back to live with me, you are SO GROUNDED for calling me the chicken that crossed the road.”

“She was getting bitchy.That was a good sign. "What am I supposed to do till you get back?" I said, patting the smouldering leather. "Hide in my closet? I"d rather be with you.”

“If you find yourself asking: How did I get here? Isador once said, that probably means you are living a life worth living.”

“Did you find yourself?" "What?" said my sister."Did you find yourself?""She found me," I said.”