I believe in God but people are liars. It's those people who say they are appointed by God who I don't believe in.

The characters have their own lives and their own logic, and you have to act accordingly.

In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.

The New England conscience doesn't keep you from doing what you shouldn't - it just keeps you from enjoying it.

Even in the worm that crawls in the earth there glows a divine spark. When you slaughter a creature, you slaughter God.

The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.