“He held her and rocked her, believing, rightly or wrongly, that Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imperviousness to argument or to a little girls tears; that she wept over its cr...”

“Christ.No, not Christ. These leavings were made in propitiation of a much older God than the Christian one. People have called Him different things at different times, but Rachels sister gave Him a...”

“Come on, Doctor... we got places to go.”

“Hes my cat! Hes not Gods cat! Let God have his own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!”

“You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.”

“The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.”

“We have to make holiness our creed”

“Any profession of faithentrusts the mind and heart to a truth that cannot be proven but can be lived.”

“As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”