What's the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?

No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.

You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.

I feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan. "And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps?

Glory?....Glory belongs to God alone.

Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce.

That though he is weak, he can still burn.