Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for which there can be no help is no sorrow. It is some dark sister traveling in sorrow's clothing. Men do not turn from God so easily you see. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of Him.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

There's a difference between quittin and knowin when you're beat.

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.