“The belief that love is a finite essence that will eventually run out holds a certain logic for me even now, even if I am supposed to know better.”

“You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.”

“We know that there is an infinite, and we know not its nature. As we know it to be false that numbers are finite, it is therefore true that there is a numerical infinity. But we know not of what kind; it is untrue that it is even, untrue that it is odd; for the addition of a unit does not change its nature; yet it is a number, and every number is odd or even (this certainly holds of every finite number). Thus we may quite well know that there is a God without knowing what He is.”

“You're just being logical...You're just giving me a regular, intelligent answer. I was trying to help you. You asked me how I get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.”

“I will be capable of loving, regardless of whether I am loved in return,Of giving, when I have nothing,Of working happily, even in the midst of difficulties, Of holding out my hand, even when utterly alone and abandoned,Of drying my tears, even while I weep,Of believing, even when no one believes in me.”

“I am afraid of darkness... even though it knows me it loves me.”