Spirit, who are you?' Andy demanded. Bobby remained silent, his entire body strained, his lips tightly together, his eyes bulging out. He was taking frantic, short breaths through his nose. His face was crimson. Spirit,' said Andy, 'I command you to tell us who you are in Jesus' name!' Don't you mention that name!' the spirit hissed and then cursed. I will mention that name again and again,' said Hank. You know that name has defeated you.

Killing one person makes you a murderer. Killing a million people makes you a king. Killing them all makes you God.

Staying alive is nice, but you can’t do that forever. It’s how you live the life you have while you have it.

These humans are only of flesh, of mud, and I suggest there is one force stronger than their zeal for God: their own self-righteousness! We will make them proud, pure in their own eyes, vindictive, unjust judges over each other, and stir up such a noise among them that the simplest prayer will not be uttered!

There is a vital lesson to be learned here, a Truth our society must not lose sight of, and that is the sanctity of every human life and the dignity of every individual.

Sin is the Monster we love to deny. It is crouching at the door and it wants you, but you must overcome it.

God does not waste an ounce of our pain or a drop of our tears; suffering doesn't come our way for no reason, and He seems especially efficient at using what we endure to mold our character. If we are malleable, He takes our bumps and bruises and shapes them into something beautiful.