Heaven has no room for the self-righteous.

I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort of feeling. Like she's someone I lost.

Simon Sparks was an oozing slug of a man poured neatly into a three-piece suit.

People gave us a purpose. Something to do all day, every day. At the end, I suppose, you spend a lot of time thinking about that. It's harder to get by when getting by is all there is.

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious
and self- righteous while you starve small children!

Never pity missionaries; envy them. They are where the real action is -- where life and death, sin and grace, Heaven and Hell converge.