I hate admitting that my enemies have a point.

I hate admitting that my enemies have a point.

I think that a lot of us, whether we are religious or not - there are no words to express some things except religious words. For instance, 'soul.'

When...did it become irrational to dislike religion, any religion, even to dislike it vehemently? When did reason get redescribed as unreason? When were the fairy stories of the superstitious placed above criticism, beyond satire? A religion was not a race. It was an idea, and ideas stood (or fell) because they were strong enough (or too weak) to withstand criticism, not because they were shielded from it. Strong ideas welcomed dissent.

Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.

He knew what he knew: that the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real.

I was living in New York at the time of the 9/11 attacks. And I remember, you know, in those weeks that followed, when none of us spoke about anything else really, a number of friends of mine, people I knew, including very experienced journalists, I heard them saying things like, well, now we understand what happened to you.