Keating leaned back with a sense of warmth and well-being. He liked this book. It had made the routine of his Sunday morning breakfast a profound spiritual experience; he was certain that it was profound, because he didn’t understand it.

Stab your demoniac smile to my brain, Soak me in cognac, love, and cocaine

Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.

If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.

Written By Sue Monk Kidd

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