“Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.”

“Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.”

“I hid my underwear beneath a parked Peugeot.”

“Clouds hid the peaks and only their flanks were visible beneath a murky ceiling.”

“All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.”

“Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for which there can be no help is no sorrow. It is some dark sister traveling in sorrow's clothing. Men do not turn from God so easily you see. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of Him.”