There are as many stories to be told as there are people to tell them about; only the mean-spirited would consider there to be a competition at all. - Charles de Lint

"It's my diary", she'd explained. "Every mark I've had drawn on my skin connects me to where and who I've been- so I never forget who I am and how I got here."There was humour in the smile she offered him. "And you know what the real beauty of it is?"
Hank had shaken his head.
"Nobody can take it away."

The more she tried to recapture the impulse that had set her wanting to put pen to paper, the less it seemed to have ever existed in the first place.

It's not the work or the personality of the founder of a religion that's important, but what its followers do with what they learn...