We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

In human character$$$ simplicity doesn't exist except among simpletons.

Most people's lives: what are they but trails of debris$$$ each day more debris$$$ more debris$$$ long$$$ long trails of debris with nothing to clean it all up but$$$ finally$$$ death.

Books are a form of magic because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm.

You show me what someone listens to$$$ I'll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance$$$ a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither$$$ but just enjoy your ice cream while it is on your plate.

In all matters of opinion$$$ our adversaries are insane.

I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.

The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. It ends with Revelations.

When I think of all the harm the Bible has done$$$ I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.