He didn't say a lot so I tend to remember what he did say. And I don't remember that he had a lot of patience with havin to say things twice so I learned to listen the first time.

Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.

It takes very little to govern good people. Very little. And bad people cant be governed at all. Or if they could I never heard of it.

If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?

The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is rather that if there were no God then there could be no witness for there could be no identity to the world but only each man's opinion of it. The priest saw that there is no man who is elect because there is no man who is not. To God every man is a heretic.

Ever step you take is forever. You cant make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.