“Mouth guard. And I think we'll start you in goal."Goal sounded like a special job. I didn't want a special job, unless that special job involved sitting on the side under a pile of blankets.”
“I can't just sit at my desk and let this web of weirdness spin around me. (That describes a lot of jobs, I realize, but this is potentially a special kind of magick-with-a-k weirdness.”
“Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?”
“Putting on Christ'...is not one among many jobs a Christian has to do; and it is not a sort of special exercise for the top class. It is the whole of Christianity. Christianity offers nothing else at all.”
“Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.”
“Unfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified.”