I've read everything Thomas Wolfe ever wrote; my brother and I memorized whole chapters of 'You Can't Go Home Again' and 'Look Homeward, Angel.'

I want to be a machine.

No sinner is ever saved after the first twenty minutes of a sermon.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it.