When you force a man to act against his own choice and judgment, it's his thinking that you want him to suspend. You want him to become a robot.

I was looking at my sneakers and making my feet alternately pigeon-toed and then penguin-toed on the bedroom's blue carpet.

With only adolescent introspection to light the way, each of us, hopelessly pubescent, alone and in secret, attempted to regulate

God speaks to me not through the thunder and the earthquake, nor through the ocean and the stars, but through the Son of Man, and speaks in a language adapted to my imperfect sight and hearing.

Written By William Lyon Phelps

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