I spent a great deal of time with Che Guevara while I was in Havana. I believe he was far less a mercenary than he was a freedom fighter.
How could you have had such a wonderful life as me if there wasn't a God directing?
God has a most wicked sense of humor.
When you try to battle with John Ford, you have to give in.
I'm terrified about the day that I enter the gates of heaven and God says to me, just a minute.
It turns out that our notions of what a 'self' is and how it might feel fulfilled have no more objective status than most of the rest of reality. It seems we make ourselves up as we go along.