The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go

Your head is a lit chamber.

The sympathy which is reverent with what it cannot understand is worth its weight in gold. 69 L

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.