Chapter 30

• Long-sleeved even in the summer to keep us from the temptations of our own flesh
• “Nothing moves in the searchlight moonlight”
• “We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it’s the same kind of hunger. Which I can’t indulge.”
• So that’s how they do it, I thought. I seemed never to have known that before.
• “I’ll take care of it, Luke said. And because he said it instead of her, I knew he meant kill. [...] You have to create an it, where none was before. You do that first, in your head, and then you make it real.
• That's one of the things they do. they force you to kill, within yourself.
• “What we prayed for was emptiness, so we could be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and babies.”
• “Oh God, King of the universe, thank you for not creating me a man. Oh God, obliterate me. Make me fruitful. Mortify my flesh, that I may be multiplied. Let me be fulfilled…”
• “My God. Who art in the Kingdom of Heaven, which is within.”
• “keep the others safe, if they are safe. (…) You might even provide a heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves.”
• “Maybe I don’t really want to know. Maybe I’d rather not know. Maybe I couldn’t bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.”
• “You could use a hook from the closet. I’ve considered the possibilities.”
• “Oh God. It’s no joke. Oh God oh God. How can I keep on living?”
• All alone by the telephone. Except I can't use the telephone. And if I could who would I call?
• It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.