If I had a soul, I’d probably wind up in hell anyway.

Guardian angels guide the steps of idiots.

He has his good side and his bad side. Very dark indeed is his majesty when he wants to be. When he was young, he made a choice, like a tree does when it decides to grow one way or the other. He grew large and green until he shadowed over the whole forest, but most of his branches are twisted.

Slow people are just paying close attention.

People’s souls are like gardens. You can’t turn your back on someone because his garden’s full of weeds. You have to give him water and lots of sunshine.

If I had a soul, I’d probably wind up in hell anyway.

Patience and love can do anything.