To someone standing in the nave, looking down the length of the church toward the east, the round window would seem like a huge sun exploding into innumerable shards of gorgeous color.

Trusting someone was like holding a little water in your cupped hands - it was so easy to spill the water, and you could never get it back.

The duck swallows the worm, the fox kills the duck, the men shoot the fox, and the devil hunts the men.

Hunger is the best seasoning.

I enjoy learning technical details.

His aim was the glory of God, but the glory of Philip pleased him too.

You see, all that I ever held dear has been taken from me," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And when you've lost everything-" Her facade began to crumble, and her voice broke, but she made herself carry on. "When you've lost everything, you've got nothing to lose.