I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.

I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.

If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.

I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.

But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one.