You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.

Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

But miracles are not for the asking; they come only when the stern eyes of God droop shut for a moment, and Our Lady takes advantage of His inattention to grant an illicit mercy. God...is an Anglican, whereas Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will leap gleefully into the breach.

Nowadays, her life is more like a newspaper: aimless, up-to-date and full of meaningless events

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

Most true things are kind of corny, don’t you think? But we make them more sophisticated out of sheer embarrassment.