[He] had a hole in his soul, the kind the devil loves to find. It’s like an open doorway for him, lets him enter in and do his wicked work.

What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if

You got to go along to get along.

Sometimes it’s necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it’s the only way to make things right.

You don’t have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He’d wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn’t have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.

There’s a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.

What we can’t speak, we say in silence.

The truth isn’t so simple. Death may be inevitable, but love is not. Love, you have to choose.