“...the way is the healer's way: do no harm.”

“I am Christ as he was. He is not important; his way is important," Bobby answered."Tell us about the way," another Evangel in the crowd asked."Love is the way; hate is not the way."Kindness is the way. Humility is the way. Beauty is the way."Pride is not the way. Arrogance is not the way. Boasting is not the way."Giving is the way. Taking is not the way."Follow the way and it will lead you to God. Jesus is the way."The way is in each of you. You are your own master and savior.”

“New beatitudes came from him [Bobby]: “Blessed are those who live in hovels, for God will give them palaces in heaven.”He gave them new commandments:“God weeps when anyone kills in his name; kill not.“God hates hate; hate not.“God loves love; love more.“You need not trust in God; you need hope that God will trust in you."You are your own master. The way is within you.”

“Woe! Woe! Woe!"Woe be unto the pastors that destroy and scatter the sheep of His pasture!"Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood and by iniquity!"Woe unto you that are rich! For ye have received your consolation!"Woe to the pastors who are brutish and have not sought the Lord!"Woe to the Inquisitors, for Jesus will inquire unto them!"Blessed are the faggots, for their voices will be an angel's choir."Blessed is my sister, Lila, for heaven is within her."Blessed are the rabble, for they shall know God."But woe upon you, for the evil of your own doings shall be visited upon you."Let my sister go!”

“I was entering moods I knew were bad for me. Poetical moods.”

“His soul, it seemed to him, was more than empty. It was desiccated, reduced to the powder of its substance and now in danger of being blown away by the first puff of the dawn wind that presaged the sun.”

“The bass guitarist looked like he had been buried for ten years, had just been dug up, and was rather disappointed with the scene he saw around him and longed to be put back in his grave.”