“A windmill has arms, but does not hug. Where’s the love?”
“If you stop painting policemen in order to paint windmills, criticism remains so overpoweringly policeman-conscious that even a windmill is seen as something with arms out, obviously directing the traffic.”
“While we have been pursuing God he has been rushing toward us with reckless love arms flung wide to hug us home.”
“If a hug represented how much I loved you, I would hold you in my arms forever.”
“Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.”
“Didn't i tell you they were only windmills? And someone with windmills on the brain could have failed to see that!”