Sin is absence of God. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sometimes I think that novelists suffer from P.C.S.: Perpetual Childhood Syndrome.

Faith is the enemy of discovery.

All the answers you may wish for lie within faith, but it demands a complete and incontinent surrender, an immersion as total as any baptism. Indeed baptism is a kind of enactment of the surrender: you bathe in faith, you swim in it, you live by it, surrounded by it, buoyed up by it, engulfed by it. You drown in it, for at times it takes your breath away as entirely as any lungful of water.... All the answers lie in faith; and when you lose your faith you have no choice but to substitute for if a philosophy that deliberately and coldly offers no answers at all.

Sin is absence of God. Nothing more, nothing less.

When you look around now we have the war on terror. Yes, okay, the World Trade Center was sort of like a single act of war, but nothing else has been. We've turned it into war. We're talking about a bunch of semi-lunatic, fanatic criminals. That's the way they should be treated.

You can tell nothing from a man's appearance, nothing except the depths of your own prejudice.