Good Manners Are A Sign Of Strength.

I Hadn’t Had A Mother Since I Was Two, And From Then Until Seven I Had Believed God Was Someone Who Had Run Off With Her And Was Living With Her Somewhere Else... (god Took Your Mother, Dear, Because He Needed Her More Than You Do) Which Had Never Endeared Him To Me

But People As A Rule Believe Only What They Want To Believe, And If You Tell Them Anything Else They'll Call You A Trouble-maker And Get Rid Of You And Never Give You Your Job Back, Even If What You Said Is Proved Spot On Right By Time.

Historically, More People Have Died Of Religion Than Cancer.

Life Has A Way Of Kicking One Along Like A Football, Or So I've Found. Fate Had Never Dealt Me Personally A Particularly Easy Time, But That Was Ok, That Was Normal. Most People, It Seemed To Me, Took Their Turn To Be Football. Most Survived. Some Didn't.

Good Manners Are A Sign Of Strength.