I don't think goodness is something that you learn. If you're left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you would be in trouble.

The trouble with a liar is he can't remember what he said.

When the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be their yet.

Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.