According to my daughters, my most irritating habit is asking for cups of tea.

It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.

What power would Hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.

It seems to me that one of the most interesting things about God as a concept, if you decide to believe in God, is that God's ways are unknowable. And God obviously, look at the world around you, does or is responsible for some terrible, terrible, awful things. A young girl kidnapped and kept in the darkness and sexually abused. The deaths of six million Jews. A mudslide that buries a village. All of these things. If God is doing the good stuff, he's got to be doing that stuff too.