“How can there possibly be a God, with leukemia and AIDS?”

“Your daughter has schizophrenia," I told the woman."Oh, my God, anything but that," she replied. "Why couldn't she have leukemia or some other disease instead?""But if she had leukemia she might die," I pointed out. "Schizophrenia is a much more treatable disease."The woman looked sadly at me, then down at the floor. She spoke softly. "I would still prefer that my daughter had leukemia.”

“I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how a man could look up into the heavens and say there is no God.”

“Great fire can follow a small spark: there may be better voices after me to pray to Cyrrha's god for aid - that he may answer.”

“How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.”

“Um. I’m really good at first aid. Like, the best.” He was the god of healing, after all. He’d better be good at fucking first aid!”