Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman.

“A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, “Suicide …”

“These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.”

“My soul may be stoned an' my luck may be rotted but I can still cuss a cuss”

“How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body?”