I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I looked up at Heaven and her court of mythical creatures fixed forever in the all powerful and inscrutable stars. Ink black was the night beyond them, and they so like jewels that old poetry came back to me, the sound even of hymns sung only by men.

Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?

You think I live in the past. You don't understand that I actually change with every era, I always have as best I can

Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!

I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.

If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.

And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life... every second of it... Is all we have.