The rabbis paled. I’d managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.
Magic BleedsOne eats in holiness and the table becomes an altar. Martin Buber
The Quiet Eye: A Way of Looking at PicturesMusic did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.
Velva Jean Learns to DriveHoly crap, you are like a dog with a bone,” I commented to Ryan. “Or just one with a boner.
Darkness of Light