She Tried To Walk Softly And Wished

You Do Have The Idea Of Being ‘just Good Friends?’” He Gave Her A Sideways Look. “for So High And Honorable An Estate,” Roshaun Said, “ ‘just’ Seems A Poor Modifier To Choose.

But The Trouble With Sainthood These Days Is The Robe-and-halo Imagery That Gets Stuck Onto It." Carl Got That Brooding Look Again. "people Forget That Robes Were Street Clothes Once... And Still Are, In A Lot Of Places. And Halos Are To That Fierce Air Of Innocence What Speech Balloons In Comics Are To The Sound Of The Voice Itself. Shorthand. But Most People Just See An Old Symbol And Don't Bother Looking Behind It For The Meaning. Sainthood Starts To Look Old-fashioned, Unattainable... Even Repellent. Actually, You Can See It All Around, Once You Learn To Spot It.

Dear Artificer, I’ve Blown My Quanta And Gone To The Good Place!

The Spear In The Other’s Heart Is The Spear In Your Own: You Are He.

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.