I guess it's funny how life turns out?" she tried. "Not last I checked, " Errol said with a snort.

I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

The Lord said unto me, 'I will take my rest and I will consider in my dwelling place like a clear heat upon herbs.

You could harbor a man in your bed or your body, play on his nervous system like Paderewski at the keyboard, and not shift his brain one inch out of the concrete of dogma. (p. 5)

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy.

Contentment comes from wanting what we need, not needing what we want.

The relationship is the communication bridge between people.

I won't make a bucket list because I'm so afraid that I'll die and then people will find my bucket list and be, like, 'Oh, she didn't get to do that.'

Capitalism is a social cancer. It has always been a social cancer. It is the disease of society. It is the malignancy of society.

Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them.

If it is true that we need a degree of certainty to get by, it is also true that too much of the stuff can be lethal.