For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.

Don’t worry about being good…. Aspire to be authentic.

We are all born like Catholics, aren't we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

Books lined the shelves of bookstores like kids standing in a row to play baseball or soccer, and mine was the gangly, unathletic kid that no one wanted on their team.

I can well imagine an athiest's last words: "White, white! L-L-Love! My God!" - and the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, if he stays beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying "Possibly a f-f-failing oxygenation of the b-b-brain," and, to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story.

I turned around, stepped over the Zebra and threw myself overboard.