I WANT to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes-.Wait a second.Do you know who I am?

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

Consequently, if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, and that we are God's children also. There are no children of Satan, really.

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.