There must be a special place in hell reserved for you. I've been to hell. It's a better place than this. - Orson Scott Card

Asking a man if he could be trusted was like asking an unwed girl if she was a virgin. The question mattered, but the asking of it was a gross insult.

The Maker is the one who is part of what he makes.

Just because the only way you can maintain control over your bodily passions is to sit straight in your chair, knees together, hands delicately arranged in our lap, fingers tightly intertwined, does not mean that I am required to do the same.