“To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.”
“His eyes bore into mine. He watches every nuance, every detail of every expression, as if his existence depends on it. He fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God.”
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.”
“Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying..”
“The man or woman who doesn't forgive has forgotten the price that Christ paid for them on the Cross.”
“Till it does come, you know, we women never mean to have anybody. It is a thing of course among us, that every man is refused, till he offers.”