He was walking along almost beside her, two steps behind. She did not look back. She said, "I'm not talking to you."
"I wonder sometimes if there would be such a thing as sin if God didn't exist." "I'm certain of it." "Why?" "I don't know. I suppose sinning is doing harm. Agreed? And everything is vulnerable to harm one way or another. Everybody is vulnerable. It's kind of horrible when you think about it. All that breakage,without so much an an intention behind it half the times. All that tantalizing fragility." (p.44)
We are not as we appear. The Christian lady and the harmless man. The Prince of Darkness and the vial of divine wrath. There was some truth in it. (p.66)
It was a shock to his metaphysics to discover that when he had forsworn malicious intent, the effects of his actions, his mere presence, were changed very little and not reliably for the better. (p. 139)
It's not always clear to me how to tell grace from, you know, punishment. (p. 167)
Meaninglessness was not refuge. Giant miseries and giant hopes can carry on their wars in the meres cranny. (p.171)