Now me, ” said Mr. Vandemar.“What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot, ” he added, helpfully.

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight.

The thin girl was gulping down one of Richard's bananas in what was, Richard reflected, the least erotic display of banana-eating he had ever seen.

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.

The abbot cleared his throat. "You are all very stupid people, " he told them graciously, "and you do not know anything at all.

Sometimes there is nothing you can do.

I have always felt, ” he said, “that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats

The marquis stared at Richard, openly amused. "What a refreshing mind you have, young man, " he said. "There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

But in the desert, in the pure clean atmosphere, in the silence – there you can find yourself. And unless you begin to know yourself, how can you even begin to search for God?

Mere goodness can achieve little against the power of nature.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers.

When you become a Christian, something truly amazing happens: God comes to live inside your heart. You become the home of God.

There is a huge difference between a dog that is going to eat you in your mind and an actual dog that's going to eat you.

You just have to be strong and don't be stupid; freedom of choice is a big responsibility.

I know when I was a kid I ate a beetle. I ate a beetle because I thought it was licorice.

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

When it comes to telling children stories, they don’t need simple language. They need beautiful language.

My father instilled in me - of utmost importance and innate in me is the yearning to determine for myself - to define God, to define holiness for myself.