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.

What joins men together ... is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.

You are either born a writer or you are not.

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.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.

All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.