“He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives.And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.”

“He was inspired, and yet he wants books!He had been preaching for thirty years, and yet he wants books!He had seen the Lord, and yet he wants books!He had a wider experience than most men do, and yet he wants books!He had been caught up into the third heaven, and had heard things that it was not lawful for a man to utter, and yet he wants books!He had written a major part of the New Testament, and yet he wants books!”

“He had wanted. He had needed. He had desired. And he had taken. But he had never loved.”

“I had made the vital realisation that my life was a series of events in which one merely had to keep on putting one foot in front of the other”

“It would perhaps not be amiss to point out that he had always tried to be a good dog. He had tried to do all the things his MAN and his WOMAN, and most of all his BOY, had asked or expected of him. He would have died for them, if that had been required. He had never wanted to kill anybody. He had been struck by something, possibly destiny, or fate, or only a degenerative nerve disease called rabies. Free will was not a factor.”

“for a man of religion he was one of the most untrustworthy men I had ever met. He would fit right in”