“You have made
The cement of your churches out of tears
And ashes, and the fabric will not stand.”

“You stand out like a fart in a church.”

“What have you done, you standing there
In floods of tears?
Tell me what you have done
With your young life?”

“Ideologies capable of influencing and winning the acceptance of great masses of people are an indispensable verbal cement holding the fabric of any given type of society together.”

“True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.”

“This morning, when I got my mail — there's concrete all over the ground — cement, you know — and these little clovers — the little green clovers, like from St. Patrick's Day — the plant — were growing up out of the cement — no dirt and no nothing and no rain — and there they were, growing up out of the cement, and I was thinking — "that's like me."”

“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”

“The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there… and still on your feet.”

“Now the ashes drifted, as Hunter must have known they would, back toward the guests standing in front of the viewing pavilion. As the guests stood holding their glasses, the ash floated and settled into their drinks.”

“Standing in a garage no more makes you a car than standing in a church makes you a Christian.”