I'm going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.
I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.
Something in me was responding now as the audience responded, not in fear, but in some human way, to the magic of that fragile painted set, the mystery of the lighted world there.
What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.
Phil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of "redeeming everything that ever happens to them.
I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.
Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.
Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.
A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.
I assume as a child Jesus had to learn how to do carpentry, learn Torah, learn all the things a human child had to learn. If He was human in all ways except that He did not sin, this must have been the case.