I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

Were talking about an attitude. Delayed gratification is there, planning, be able to give up something now to get something later.

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters.

Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.