There's nothing like the unimaginable to make people believe.

But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? -- Love. That was his answer.

Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? ... The answer is the same the world over: people move in the hope of a better life.

It's amazing how willpower can build walls.

My ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.

A work of art works because it is true, not because it is real.

Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.