Do you want to tell the truth, or do you want to tell a story?

It was the kind of experience, Molly said, that would grow calluses on an angel's ass.

We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.

Personally, I don't believe in anything more supernatural than what you read about in the Bible, and I only believe that one day out of seven.

There's no drug that'll make a stupid man smart.

Nobody wants to conduct an autopsy on a dead saint.

Some pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter: But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!