The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

God, why didn't you make us all dogs?

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.