“A politician lost an argument; he went on a rampage with his fists pointed towards the sky—a move which amounts to a search for a new self.”

“A self-proclaimed politician lost an argument; he went on a rampage with his fists pointed towards the sky—a move which amounts to a search for a new self.”

“[Arguments about God are] like pointing a flashlight toward the sky to see if the sun is shining.”

“He wouldn't have to search for her long. She was nestled in his thoughts like a pebble in his shoe. His mind pointed toward her as if she were true north.”

“He disliked contradiction, and still more, arguments that were continually skipping from one thing to another, introducing new and disconnected points, so that there was no knowing to which to reply.”

“[...]And his head is on fire with new things[...]he called himself the little blue hermit, scuttling across the sand in search of a new shell, but now he looks at the sky and knows that no shell will ever be big enough, ever.”