“The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by something unseen.” — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“When I came to this city, I would have agreed with anyone who said there was little mystery left in the world. But in you, madam, first in your image, then in your living self, I saw the allure of… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“She replied that the manual labour exercised her body while allowing her mind and spirit to rest, adding that she believed there was value… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“In the end, having no compass for his desires, he yielded to his nature.” — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Could your god and this infernal be called enemies, then?" "It is more complicated than that. God knew what was going to happen, of… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“The wisdom which is now conventional claims that light creates shadows. But the facts are otherwise. Darkness came first and is infinitely older and… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“He had acquired a reputation for possessing a noble character, and even for being something of a hero - or, at least, in the… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects - inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Think of a potter taking a misshapen bowl from his wheel and pounding it back into the tub of clay. A soul suffers while… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“At that moment, he realised that he did not exist to her in the same way that he existed in his own perception. She… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“My soul longs for God, but a man is not just his soul, is he? Terrible to say, my clay lusts after the clay… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
