I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing.

Every morning between 9 and 12 I go to my room and sit before a piece of paper. Many times, I just sit for three hours with no ideas coming to me. But I know one thing. If an idea does come between 9 and 12 I am there ready for it.

I'm going to preach there was no Fall because there was nothing to fall from, and no Redemption because there was no Fall, and no Judgment because there wasn't the first two. Nothing matters but that Jesus was a liar.

Go warn the children of God of the terrible speed of mercy.

It seems that the fiction writer has a revolting attachment to the poor, for even when he writes about the rich, he is more concerned with what they lack than with what they have.

Good and evil appear to be joined in every culture at the spine.

What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross.