“God's pity! How long will it feel like burning?”

“As long as you burn like oil you’ll shine like light. If you are shining, it is because you are burning like oil”

“Oh, I burned it with my straightener.”“You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?”

“Juliet by Ann Fortier. The Maestro (Chapter5) ... the slight nausea he was feeling must be somewhat near what God was feeling every minute of every day. If indeed He felt anything. He was, after all, a divine being, and it was entirely conceivable that divinity was incompatible with emotion. If not, then the Maestro sincerely pitied God, for the history of mankind was nothing more than a long tale of tears.”

“You act happy long enough you'll forget how hurt feels like.”

“Little did the old man know how much God liked to talk to His children, how He longed to listen to them.”