“You just don’t have faith!” Frank repeated.”Well I hope I never get it! It’s like being hit by a hammer in the head!”

“We dream, we wake on a cold hillside, we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.”

“The vaunted experience of age was perhaps only a matter of wounds and scarring — that young minds to old minds might be as young bodies to old bodies: stronger, more vital, less twisted by damage.”

“The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128”

“They lived like monkeys still, while their new god powers lay around them in the weeds.”