“But you have no religious faith.” Richard had said, smiling, “you’re not even a believer.” Jennifer hadn’t tried to explain to him that religious belief was not the point. The will to believe created its own power, its own faith, and, ultimately, its own will. Through the practice of faith, whatever its specific rituals, one brought into existence the object of that faith. The believer became the Creator.”

“You think intelligence and grit can succeed by themselves, but I’m telling you that’s a pretty illusion.”