What we can't speak, we say in silence.

There's a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.

Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right.

This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

You don't have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He'd wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn't have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.

[He] had a hole in his soul, the kind the devil loves to find. It's like an open doorway for him, lets him enter in and do his wicked work.

What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if