The Light Had Simply And Utterly Destroyed

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

I've Already Said You Can't Take Anything From Me That I Wouldn't Freely Give You.

Where Is God? Where Can I Find Him?" We Ask. We Don't Realize That's Like A Fish Swimming Frantically Through The Ocean In Search Of The Ocean

When I Sit Down To Write A Novel, I Am Exploring My Own Relationship With God, With The Struggle Between Good And Evil, My Own Purpose.

If Slater Were Someone Else, Kevin Would Merely Be The Poor Victim Of A Horrible Plot. Unless He Was Killed By Slater, In Which Case He Would Be The Dead Victim Of A Horrible Plot