Myriad contradictory worlds," lectured Professor Jerome Delacato, "forever splitting off from each other like branches on a tree, so that, somewhere … - James Morrow

Origen cut off his own balls," Martin informed Randall.
"Prostate cancer?"
"Faith.

What I love about fiction is the way this form of expression allows an author to wrestle an idea to the ground, as opposed to the bumper-sticker dialectics that pass for political and philosophical discourse in most sectors of our culture. In the age of mass communication, we need the quiet, contemplative and often ambiguous medium of the novel more than ever.

Actually, the answer's quite simple." Two red eyes floated in the mist.
"Really? Tell me. Why does God allow evil?" The red eyes vanished, leaving only the lantern and the night. "Because power corrupts," said Wyvern's disembodied voice. "And absolute power corrupts absolutely.