As always at these times when he felt really in need of God the front of his mind was serene, but the deeper part, where faith did constant battle with doubt, was terrified that there would be no answer.

“and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love…”

“I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!”

“I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - …”

“This inhuman place makes human monsters.”