To believe in the truth of Christ is to be introduced to another form of hatred, and that is not sharing Him.
Maybe he was dangerous, but for some reason, she trusted him.
...curiosity had the same impact on him as caffeine... (Commissario Soneri)
oh my soul...be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions
Every step gets him closer to greatness...or disaster.
I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged.
A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him.
My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
But there simply was no grey area for him. There was only black, white, and annoying.
Not a lawyer but carries within him the debris of a poet.
Fundamental belief consoled him for superficial irony.
Like Mum and that bastard.” “You mean Da?” “Call him what you like.
Someone should love you. I will bite him if he will not.
I hate my body Hate what it remembers. Hate what it let him do.
Cassie: What would it cost me if I kissed him? What would it cost me if I didn’t?
To let one into your mind was to give him or her all your secrets.
Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?
People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.
Woe to him who doesn't know this Christian faith is bourgeois.
What matters most, God was there for me, when I need him.
What, you egg? [He stabs him.]
