I don't want to kill you. - P. D. James

I don't see why escapist literature should not also be a work of art.

There were moments, usually on a sunny Easter morning, when she wished that she could with sincerity call herself a Christian; but for the rest of the year she knew herself to be what she was - incurably agnostic but prone to unpredictable relapses into faith.

Use some reverence. Remember what he was only a minute ago. You wouldn't have dared laid a hand on him.