God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.

I lived in Georgetown in the late 70s about four houses down from the steps.

Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness... and perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God.

We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.

When the filter is weakened by a powerful drug, what we see is not delusion but the truth.

You don't blame us for being here, do you? After all, we have no place to go. No home... Incidentally, what an excellent day for an exorcism.

Your thoughts are too dull to entertain.