It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.

Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.

I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl's kiss on your cheek.

These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.

Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they're doing and why they're doing it.

I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.