He never sees [Thomas] More… without wanting to ask him what’s wrong with you? Or what’s wrong with me? Why does everything you know, and everything you've learned confirm you in what you believed before? Whereas in my case, what I grew up with, and what I thought I believed, is chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece and then a piece more. With every month that passes, the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too..
— Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall, Chapter III
"From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring. The place where we are right is hard and trampled like a yard. But doubts and loves dig up the world like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place where the ruined house once stood."
Yehuda Amichai: "The Place Where We Are Right" Edited and translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell