I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas

Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?

Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.

Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.