Most of us come to the church by a means the church does not allow.

You can't clobber any reader while he's looking. You divert his attention, then you clobber him and he never knows what hit him.

I distrust pious phrases, especially when they issue from my mouth. I try militantly never to be affected by the pious language of the faithful but it is always coming out when you least expect it. In contrast to the pious language of the faithful, the liturgy is beautifully flat.

I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.

Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing.

The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she liver with, her only boy.

Right now the whole world seems to be going through a dark night of the soul.