Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening.
Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness… and perhaps even Satan – Satan, in spite of himself – somehow serves to work out the will of God.
God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.
As far as God goes, I _am_ a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil—well, that’s something else.
And there lies the heart of it, perhaps: in unworthiness. For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.
Earth is a homicide victim. We lose our children. There are wars. Disease. And God comes strolling by like a cosmic Billie Burke.
We use concepts like “consciousness”—“mind”—“personality,” but we don’t really know yet what these things are.’ He was shaking his head. ‘Not really. Not at all.
But if all of the evil in the world makes you think that there might be a devil, Chris, how do you account for all the good?
What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night
But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn’t otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.
And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.