“To me, faith is about trusting my instinct when logic tells me I’m an idiot.”
“When I get logical, and I don't trust my instincts - that's when I get in trouble.”
“You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.”
“Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.”
“I’m no strumpet, you idiot. I was a virgin when you took me at the beaver dam.”
“Trust me, Wainwright, ninety-nine times out of a hundred you can bet the bank that I’m serious.”“What about the one time when you’re not?”“I’m asleep.”