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“Man of an hard heart! Hear me, Proud, Stern, and Cruel! You could have saved me; you could have restored me to happiness and virtue, but would not! You are the destroyer of my Soul; You are my Murderer, and on you fall the curse of my death and my unborn Infant鈥檚! Insolent in your yet-unshaken virtue, you disdained the prayers of a Penitent; But God will show mercy, though you show none. And where is the merit of your boasted virtue? What temptations have you vanquished? Coward! you have fled from it, not opposed seduction. But the day of Trial will arrive! Oh! then when you yield to impetuous passions! when you feel that Man is weak, and born to err; When shuddering you look back upon your crimes, and solicit with terror the mercy of your God, Oh! in that fearful moment think upon me! Think upon your Cruelty! Think upon Agnes, and despair of pardon!”
― The Monk
― The Monk
“Sister, why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Cage the animals at night?"
"Well..." She looked up and out through the barred window before answering me."We don't want to, Jennings, but we have to. You see, the animals that are given to us we have to take care of. If we didn't cage them up in one place, we might lose them, they might get hurt or damaged. It's not the best thing, but it's the only way we have to take care of them."
"But if somebody loved one them," I asked, "wouldn't it be a good idea to let them have one? To keep, I mean?"
"Yes, it would be. But not everyone would love them and take care of them as you would. I wish I could give them all away tomorrow." She looked at me. There were tears in her eyes. "But I can't. My heart would break if I saw just one of those animals lying by the wayside uncared for, unloved. No, Jennings. It's better if we keep them together.”
― They Cage the Animals at Night: The True Story of an Abandoned Child's Struggle for Emotional Survival
"Do what?"
"Cage the animals at night?"
"Well..." She looked up and out through the barred window before answering me."We don't want to, Jennings, but we have to. You see, the animals that are given to us we have to take care of. If we didn't cage them up in one place, we might lose them, they might get hurt or damaged. It's not the best thing, but it's the only way we have to take care of them."
"But if somebody loved one them," I asked, "wouldn't it be a good idea to let them have one? To keep, I mean?"
"Yes, it would be. But not everyone would love them and take care of them as you would. I wish I could give them all away tomorrow." She looked at me. There were tears in her eyes. "But I can't. My heart would break if I saw just one of those animals lying by the wayside uncared for, unloved. No, Jennings. It's better if we keep them together.”
― They Cage the Animals at Night: The True Story of an Abandoned Child's Struggle for Emotional Survival

“A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her aunt's rosary. No happy medium! Either a nun or a monster! God's bosom or sensual passions! It would, perhaps, be better to put her in a convent, since we put hysterical women in the Saltpetriere! She does not know vice, she invents it!"
That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoule was not a nun.”
― Monsieur V茅nus
That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoule was not a nun.”
― Monsieur V茅nus

“I know it's probably wrong to fantasize about giving a nun a karate chop in the neck, but I couldn't help it. She was making me mad.”
― Shadowland
― Shadowland

“Then it kissed me鈥攏ot as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature鈥檚 kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.”
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Commissioner Harris at the far end stared along the mad pathway. This was his first child and it had already become a murderer.”
― In the Skin of a Lion
― In the Skin of a Lion
“... the four noble truths: that there is suffering, that it has an origin, that there is a cessation of suffering, and that there is a path to that cessation.”
― The Journey of One Buddhist Nun the: Even Against the Wind
― The Journey of One Buddhist Nun the: Even Against the Wind

“The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.”
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“She thought she should take a moment to pray. But, as she was holding a loaded rifle, conventional prayer did not seem entirely suitable. Sister Peg hoped that God would help her, but it was her belief that He much preferred for people to attend to themselves. Life was a test; it was up to you to pass it or not. She raised the gun to her clavicle and angled one eye down the length of the barrel.”
― The City of Mirrors
― The City of Mirrors

“I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.”
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.”
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Iona stared at me for a long time. 鈥淵ou are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.”
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.”
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“I did not choose to be a monster鈥攁 shell of a man鈥攈alf-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.”
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched
― The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Being a nun wasn't all it was cracked up to be and the sex was shit.”
― Transmetropolitan, Vol. 3: Year of the Bastard
― Transmetropolitan, Vol. 3: Year of the Bastard
“The sun god Ra was described as the ba which 鈥渃ame forth from Nun,鈥� the ba 鈥渨hich Nun created.鈥� In these terms, the ba is a potentiality which is actualized. According to these statements, Chaos produced Order. Nun, primordial Chaos, generated the god Ra who then made the ordered cosmos. This is actually extremely similar to science鈥檚 version of Big Bang theory. Randomness 鈥� primordial Chaos, formlessness or non-existence (non-being) 鈥� miraculously produced its opposite: a formed, ordered cosmos. In truth, science hasn鈥檛 moved on at all from Egyptian mythology. It has no better explanation for how the cosmos was produced than ancient Egyptian priests spinning mythological webs did.”
― Think Like an Egyptian: How the Ancient Mind Worked
― Think Like an Egyptian: How the Ancient Mind Worked
“I pulled the sheet off their faces. Their faces were black with coal dust and didn't look like anything was wrong with them except they were dirty. The both of them had smiles on their faces. I thought maybe one of them had told a joke just before they died and, pain and all, they both laughed and ended up with a smile. Probably not true but but it made me feel good to think about it like that, and when the Sister came in I asked her if I could clean their faces and she said, "no, certainly not!" but I said, "ah, c'mon, it's me brother n' father, I want to," and she looked at me and looked at me, and at last she said, "of course, of course, I'll get some soap and water."
When the nun came back she helped me. Not doing it, but more like showing me how, and taking to me, saying things like "this is a very handsome man" and "you must have been proud of your brother" when I told her how Charlie Dave would fight for me, and "you're lucky you have another brother"; of course I was, but he was younger and might change, but she talked to me and made it all seem normal, the two of us standing over a dead face and cleaning the grit away. The only other thing I remember a nun ever saying to me was, "Mairead, you get to your seat, this minute!”
― The Glace Bay Miners' Museum: The novel
When the nun came back she helped me. Not doing it, but more like showing me how, and taking to me, saying things like "this is a very handsome man" and "you must have been proud of your brother" when I told her how Charlie Dave would fight for me, and "you're lucky you have another brother"; of course I was, but he was younger and might change, but she talked to me and made it all seem normal, the two of us standing over a dead face and cleaning the grit away. The only other thing I remember a nun ever saying to me was, "Mairead, you get to your seat, this minute!”
― The Glace Bay Miners' Museum: The novel

“For those he has ignored, he allows them this. He allows them God, their only ally. Places to worship, but no one to teach.”
― Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
― Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison

“I wasn't too good at playing games, but I did love reading very much and would have spent my life at it. I had human angels, fortunately for me, to guide me in the choice of the books which, while being entertaining, nourished both my heart and my mind.”
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“Curiosity, humility and compassion, these are the fundamental pillars of monkhood, if you have these in your life, then you are a monk, regardless of your financial status and relationship status.”
― Monk Meets World
― Monk Meets World

“Is it true that spirits can鈥檛 remember anything about their human lives?鈥�
鈥淵es,鈥� it answered tartly. I had never considered before now that someone would have needed to speak to a spirit to learn that information. I had always merely accepted it as one of the Clerisy鈥檚 teachings.
鈥淪o you don鈥檛 know whether you were a man or a woman in life.鈥�
鈥淣o, and I don鈥檛 see why it matters. Humans are so tedious. Oh, you have dangly bits. Congratulations, you鈥檙e going to put on armor and swing a sword about. Oh, you鈥檝e ended up with the other kind. Too bad鈥攖ime to either have babies or become a nun.”
― Vespertine
鈥淵es,鈥� it answered tartly. I had never considered before now that someone would have needed to speak to a spirit to learn that information. I had always merely accepted it as one of the Clerisy鈥檚 teachings.
鈥淪o you don鈥檛 know whether you were a man or a woman in life.鈥�
鈥淣o, and I don鈥檛 see why it matters. Humans are so tedious. Oh, you have dangly bits. Congratulations, you鈥檙e going to put on armor and swing a sword about. Oh, you鈥檝e ended up with the other kind. Too bad鈥攖ime to either have babies or become a nun.”
― Vespertine

“He was an indecent man, I told myself - prayerfully - and then I prayed for him to become decent.”
― Paint
― Paint

“You look a little lost, my dear,' a nun says behind me, and I jump. 'Were you interested in seeing the Bevington Triptych?'
'Oh,' I say. 'Erm... yes. Absolutely.'
'Up there,' she points, and I walk tentatively towards the front of the chapel, hoping it will become obvious what the Bevington Triptych is. A statue, maybe? Or a.. a piece of tapestry?
But as I reach the elderly lady, I see that she's staring up at a whole wall of stained glass windows. I have to admit, they're pretty amazing. I mean look at that huge blue one in the middle. It's fantastic!
'The Bevington Triptych,' says the elderly woman. 'It simply has no parallel, does it?'
'Wow,' I breathe reverentially, staring up with her. 'It's beautiful.'
It really is stunning. God, it just shows, there's no mistaking a real work of art, is there? When you come across real genius, it just leaps out at you. And I'm not even an expert.
'Wonderful colours,' I murmur.
'The detail,' says the woman, clasping her hands, 'is absolutely incomparable.'
'Incomparable,' I echo.
I'm just about to point out the rainbow, which I think is a really nice touch - when I suddenly notice that the elderly woman and I aren't looking at the same thing.
She's looking at some painted wooden thing which I hadn't even noticed.
As inconspicuously as possible, I shift my gaze - and feel a pang of disappointment. Is this the Bevington triptych? But it isn't even pretty!
'Whereas this Victorian rubbish,' the woman suddenly adds savagely, 'is absolutely criminal! That rainbow! Doesn't it make you feel sick?' She gestures to my big blue window, and I gulp.
'I know,' I say. 'It's shocking, isn't it? Absolutely...
You know - I think I'll just go for a little wander...”
― Shopaholic Takes Manhattan
'Oh,' I say. 'Erm... yes. Absolutely.'
'Up there,' she points, and I walk tentatively towards the front of the chapel, hoping it will become obvious what the Bevington Triptych is. A statue, maybe? Or a.. a piece of tapestry?
But as I reach the elderly lady, I see that she's staring up at a whole wall of stained glass windows. I have to admit, they're pretty amazing. I mean look at that huge blue one in the middle. It's fantastic!
'The Bevington Triptych,' says the elderly woman. 'It simply has no parallel, does it?'
'Wow,' I breathe reverentially, staring up with her. 'It's beautiful.'
It really is stunning. God, it just shows, there's no mistaking a real work of art, is there? When you come across real genius, it just leaps out at you. And I'm not even an expert.
'Wonderful colours,' I murmur.
'The detail,' says the woman, clasping her hands, 'is absolutely incomparable.'
'Incomparable,' I echo.
I'm just about to point out the rainbow, which I think is a really nice touch - when I suddenly notice that the elderly woman and I aren't looking at the same thing.
She's looking at some painted wooden thing which I hadn't even noticed.
As inconspicuously as possible, I shift my gaze - and feel a pang of disappointment. Is this the Bevington triptych? But it isn't even pretty!
'Whereas this Victorian rubbish,' the woman suddenly adds savagely, 'is absolutely criminal! That rainbow! Doesn't it make you feel sick?' She gestures to my big blue window, and I gulp.
'I know,' I say. 'It's shocking, isn't it? Absolutely...
You know - I think I'll just go for a little wander...”
― Shopaholic Takes Manhattan

“A black-veiled nun, holding plastic bags full of cucumbers, apricots, and onions in one hand and pressing two tall blonde Barbie dolls wrapped in plastic to her breast with the other, stopped before the tomato vendor, whose vegetable knife hung from a lanyard around his neck, laid the dolls on a wooden crate, and asked for a few kilos of tomatoes on the vine.”
― Natura morta
― Natura morta
“My decision making skills closely resembles that of a nun in her correspondence about forgiveness”
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“I loved the chase. Even Riveaux鈥檚 insane driving. Not just the velocity but the violence of it all. I liked speeding through red lights. Headfirst to the edge. Scraping enough skin to burn not bleed. Sleuthing was impossible sometimes, a doomed quest. It was godly, really. A gorgeous curse. Like a plague of locusts. Like kissing a married woman.”
― Scorched Grace
― Scorched Grace

“There is a sublime wholeness in holding one another, fitting into other bodies. We eat the body of Christ. We drink the blood. So many years later, Nina鈥檚 taste still laced my mouth鈥攃hampagne, sweat, graphite licked off a tongue.”
― Scorched Grace
― Scorched Grace
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