But just because our Creator subcontracts evil out to me, we mustn’t neglect to notice the blood on His hands. - James Morrow

In physical pursuits Luli was considerably less passionate. Her idea of a good time in bed was breakfast.

Imagine that a team of neuroscientists has just unveiled a technology that lets a person remove all trace of some terrible experience from his brain. Under what conditions, if any, would you use it? What might it be like to go through life knowing you’d once suffered an ordeal so dreadful that it demanded radical excision? How long could you endure this strange affirmative ignorance, this lost access to the unspeakable, without becoming neurotic, or even slightly mad? In the long run, might you not decide that such circumscribed amnesia was worse than whatever memory you’d felt compelled to erase?

I don't see you at Mass anymore."
"It's like fucking, Father. You gotta be up for it.