I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.

You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.