“we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.”

“All the persons of faith I know are sinners, doubters, uneven performers. We are secure not because we are sure of ourselves but because we trust that God is sure of us.”

“For all of them told happenings like narrations, chronological and careful, as if the ear of the world listened and wished to know surely.”

“I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn't sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.”

“Grief is the tribute we pay the dead," she said, matter-of-fact sympathy in her voice. "But they don't ask more than we can afford to give. They've never really gone from us, you know, those we love; they're part of our story, and we of theirs.”

“...because God knows everything about us, cares about us, helps us, and listens to us whenever we turn to Him, we are not carrying our burdens alone. We therefore have no reason to be bitter.”