The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

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

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.

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

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.