Excerpts from "The Wheel Of Fortune" by Susan Howatch

In our lives there are choices which have to be made, and our freedome to choose means we have at least some control over our fate.


The circle of time is full of little circle and those litte circles can be prisons. People can be locked up in them without the will to force their way out.


Distrust grows out of lies. Wrongdoing grows out of distrust. Tragedy grows out of wrongdoing. But out of honesty grows love and love is so powerfull. It'll be lieka suit of armor, protecting you.


I trust you. I agree you've done dreadful things, but now you're trying to do what's right, you're being honest adn truthful adn brave, and so long as you're honest adn truthful you can't get in a mess by living a lie, and so long as you're brave you can't despise yourself for cowardice, adn so long as you're all those things you'll be strong enough to draw those lines, as the English say so strangely when all they mean is choosing the right circle to live in, adn once the lines are drawn you'll be the man you want to be and the man I know you are, and you'll be safe.


There's no timetable for grief. Grief isn't a train which you catch at the station.


...but the memory's here isn't it, and memories are so preciuos, such a comfort, because no on can take them away from you...


God's magic, that's all. It's all the things we can't see or explain. It's the rhythm of life. It's the circle of time.


A dream? Yes, of course it was a dream, but what was wrong with that? If no one ever dreamed of perfection, reality would always be nothing but unalleviated ghastliness, but sometimes, very occassionally, reality was no longer sordid but dazzling. A vision of all that was finest in human nature, a view of the absolute truth,a glimpse of God.


Guilt is an all powerful jailer.