But the plight of a people who have forgotten their myths and imagine that somehow now is all that there is is a sorry plight, all isolation and worry – but the life in your veins it is godly, heroic.

punch-happy fists, sad eyes – but between them was decency, between them a bond, a shared weakness that made them both strong. If you see them, hoods up, prowling the pavement at night you’ll walk quickly away, skin prickling with terror but they know love, though, and they know laughter, know each other as brother, friend, father. Equals. Gods in

The tube becomes a chariot of fire, and his heart is renewed with an honest desire, his shoes become wings and he flies towards her side, to throw himself before her and promise he will try with new vigour to be better,

Our morality is still learned through experience gained in these cities in all of their rage and their tedium

Clive was close to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other opening his flies, she felt the fury rise, stared straight into his eyes; he couldn’t meet her gaze but she wouldn’t look away.

Choose any of these Gods watching telly on their own feeling bored but not knowing what the more is to want it.

Well, Jane – never knew she had a body like a forest in the rain but she felt herself change when she heard Brian say her name.

I am speaking of those who cannot tolerate the loss of myth and who can neither find a way to a merely exterior world, to the world as seen by science, nor rest satisfied with an intellectual juggling with words, which has nothing whatsoever to do with wisdom.

The Gods are all here. Because the gods are in us.