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“cold glassy surface of reality. I saw the gentle bookish boy you must have been, made old with tedium, wasted effort, unacknowledged kindnesses. I saw the tired, struggling righteousness of you. You were starving for want of love. You were a delicate, civilised changeling, raised among barbarians and apemen.”
― Innocents
― Innocents
“I've realised now, too late, that sexual fantasies are fictions. Trying to make them real is like trying to converse according to an opera score.”
― Innocents
― Innocents
“Your desire for me was like a physiological weakness, a sort of epilepsy. I needed to see you in its grip more than I needed to eat.”
― Innocents
― Innocents
“I don't mean that I possessed those qualities myself. I mean it in the sense that religion provides a chance at grace; not because it is real, but because it is believed to be real.
You're a saint, my darling; but even a saint is lost without god of some sort or another. Equally, if you worship something ardently enough, it might as well be divine. And I was surprised to find how easy it was to create a divinity of myself.”
― Innocents
You're a saint, my darling; but even a saint is lost without god of some sort or another. Equally, if you worship something ardently enough, it might as well be divine. And I was surprised to find how easy it was to create a divinity of myself.”
― Innocents
