Blessed are the meek, for to them we shall say "attaboy".

This Roberto. He no like the light.

Compliment but do not covet.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

Pondering is a little like considering and a little like thinking, but looser. To ponder, one must let the facts roll around the rim of the mind's roulette wheel, coming to settle in whichever slot they feed pulled to.

Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination.

Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.