It's what I was born for, isn't it? If I don't go, why am I alive?
He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.
I have never resisted the lord in my life, and I never will. But I'm not so hungry for dialogue with him that I have to make up his part as well as my own.
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day.
One mind can think only of its own questions; it rarely surprises itself.
[T]he politically correct are above the rules of ordinary civility, once they have identified you as an unbeliever in their religion.