That's where all of us are standing now, he thought. On the fat kindling of past sins.

Bless me Father, I ate a lizard.

Men must fumble awhile with error to separate it from truth, I think- as long as they don't seize the error hungrily because it has a pleasanter taste.

The trouble with being a priest was that you eventually had to take the advice you gave to others.

It is said that water is for cattle and farmers, that milk is for children and blood for men.

Speak up, destiny, speak up! Destiny always seems decades away, but suddenly it's not decades away; it's right now. But maybe destiny is always right now, right here, right this very instant, maybe.

I'm not so sure he's mad, Father. Just a little devious in his sanity.