“The ANZACs, clinging lost and leaderless to the hillsides, began, as the hot afternoon gave way to grey drizzle, to experience their martyrdom.”
“Any theologian understands martyrdom, but only the martyr experiences the fire.”
“At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.”
“It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.”
“We use mindfulness to observe the way we cling to pleasant experiences & push away unpleasant ones.”
“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.”