They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.

I can see your dirtypillows.

I think everybody has experiences from time to time they can't explain. They are peculiarities. Usually we just dismiss them because they are uncomfortable to think about.

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend

The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.