Thank you for this, Peter. For dry eyes and silent weeping. You taught me how to hide anything i felt. More than ever, i need that now.

The priests say that God created our souls, and that just puts us under the control of another puppeteer. If God created our will, then he's responsible for every choice we make.

So I want to ask you a hypothetical question. My favorite kind. Next to rhetorical ones. I can nap equally well through either kind.

Quim," she said, "don't ever try to teach me about good and evil. I've been there, and you've seen nothing but a map.

Once you get a brother, you don’t give him up easy.

'I could kill you like this,' Peter whispered. 'Just press and press until you're dead'.

A man always assumes that others are as virtuous as himself