In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together. - J. D. Salinger

I can't see why anybody — unless he was a child, or an angel, or a lucky simpleton like the pilgrim — would even want to say a prayer to a Jesus who was the least bit different from the way he looks and sounds in the New Testament. My God! He's only the most intelligent man in the Bible, that's all! Who isn't he head and shoulders over? Who? Both Testaments are full of pundits, prophets, disciples, favorite sons, Solomons, Isaiahs, Davids, Pauls — but, my God, who besides Jesus really knew which end was up? Nobody. Not Moses. Don't tell me Moses. He was a nice man, and he kept in beautiful touch with his God, and all that — but that's exactly the point. He had to keep in touch. Jesus realized there is no separation from God.

"You know Adam?" Teddy asked him.<br \>"Do I know who?"<br \>"Adam. In the Bible."<br \>Nicholson smiled. "Not personally," he said dryly.<br \>

It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.