Quotes from Tobsha Learner

Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Everything flows from God, but we are limited by imposing our human perceptions upon him. Man designs God according to his own image and the image man has of himself is flawed.

Intelligence is power; it is the flame behind the spark of intrigue. Find out all the facts and stamp out the fire. Demystify.

Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires.

Living is a hazardous profession.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

You must appreciate that love is the last reason for which a man marries.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

Intelligence is power; it is the flame behind the spark of intrigue

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires

No, what Great Aunt Winifred was suffering from was the persecution every happily single woman suffers: the predictable social condemnation of her independence and childlessness. Dorothy reminded herself of what she'd learned during a university course on feminist history (with a strong Marxist slant): spinsters are a threat to patriarchy.

I had made the fatal mistake of believing in his touch, as if the intelligence of his hands, our orgasms, the way he penetrated me, had affected him as much as it had affected me. Perhaps this is the catch cry of the egoist: I love, therefore I must be loved. Perhaps it is the Achilles' heel of my gender.

To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.

Be bad, and if you can't be bad be worse.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

I think the nature of faith is love an love of the goodness in man.

I am reminded of the belief of the ancient Sephardic doctor Isrealicus: that food must really be delicious if both disposition and body are to benefit.

Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.

I vow that nothing- no law, no army, no faith- will keep me from your side.

So many of man's actions appear to have no immediate consequence but, concealed, do their work until finally all catches up and forms a complex web of cause and effect.