The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

You’re sure you didn’t leave? Didn’t try to explore Thunder Bay again, maybe go down to the park and, I don’t know, dismember some poor jogger?

You make me want things that I can't have.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

I hate telling people this. I never know exactly how my voice is going to sound saying it, and I hate the stricken looks they get on their faces when they don't know what to say back.

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies.

I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.

Using for a noble purpose is still using.

I had a million different dreams but none of them was stronger than the rest. In the end they probably would have paralyzed me.

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

Many Christians are "devoured" by worldly interests that distract them from spiritual service to God.

Even if you are perfect the World isn't.

No-one will be able to make us believe that man is a sublimated animal once we can show that within him there is a repressed angel.

I contemplate the bones for a while then turn away. I have work to do. Next year I will have an odako that is bigger, grander, more beautiful than anyone has ever seen. Next year.

Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.

Two half hitches around the horn will hold the devil as sure as you're born.

Increasingly, search is our mechanism for how we understand ourselves, our world, and our place within it.

We should want to evangelize because of the joy that God puts in our hearts. Ultimately, that's the best reason for sharing our faith.

Amnesiac was written to make fun of senior citizens with alzheimers. I hate them and I wish they'd die.

As the Christmas season envelops us with all its glory, may we, as did the Wise Men, seek a bright, particular star to guide us in our celebration of the Savior’s birth.