In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is a full-time job.

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

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

I think that we are supernatural. We are unique. We're the only animals in the universe that we know of that actually have self-consciousness, a sense of time and our own mortality.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?