What's invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being.

To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.

Being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligations but being able to love.

I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.

...what he told himself on those sea-soaked nights...Others joined in and it was discovered that every light had a story-no, every light was a story. And the flashes themselves were the stories going out over the waves, as markers and guides and comfort and warning.