Once torched by truth...a little thing like faith is easy.

Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?