“In Morocco," said Osman, "word spreads like a fire tearing through the depths of Hell.”
“Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”
“A gentle, warm, sweet pain spreads through my chest at those words.”
“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.”
“Spread the love of God through your life but only use words when necessary.”
“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”