You’ve gotta hope that there’s someone for you, as strange as you are. Who can cope with the things that you do, without trying too hard.
Do you pray, Mr. Lamb?
Good Lord, son, no, I do not. I was, in days gone by, a believer. But alas, I came to this beleaguered land, and the God in me just … evaporated. Let us change our toast, sir. To the God who has forgotten us.
“It salves the heart - the mountains, the trees, the endless plains. The moon, the myriad of stars. Every man can be made quiet and complete, even the lowliest misanthrope or the most wretched of sinners.”