How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.

Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?

What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.

It is very disturbing to see people use Christianity and the Bible to support a certain political agenda, especially when one cannot connect that agenda with the authentic teachings of Christ.