“Regrets will eat a man up. My pa told me that. Said you should always try to make your peace when you can, 'cause no man knows what the Lord has in store for us tomorrow.” — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“Regrets will eat a man up. My pa told me that. Said you should always try to make your peace when you can, 'cause… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“God simply is,” Bick said. “Humanity embraced It. They gave It color and gender, shape and form. They put words in Its mouth. They… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“I am the Mother's blade, the Mother's wrath... You have poisoned her, raped her and her children. Left her to die. Now you will… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“You don't know what they do up there on that mountain, do you, Sheriff? It's tossing and turning. It eats the heart of the… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“Did you realize that much of the original Bible included chapters of Gnostic wisdom?" Ambrose said. "They were purged from the King James Version,… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“However...," Satan said. Bick sighed. "However, I didn't count on the growing interference of lawyers, regulators, bureaucrats and politicians into my business. I swear… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“Where did payback end exactly? Charlie Upton had murdered Jim's Pa. Jim killed Charlie. One day Jim might get shot or hanged for what… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“...the white man's God was a lot like him. He never for a second figured there was anyone else already here. He figured it… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“I say a man that lets his religion git in the way of his drinking is a fella with his cart 'fore his horse.” — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“Guns are like men—only useful for a little while. They can go off at a moment's notice when you don't want them to and… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“Because music is like hope. Between the strings in this box," he ran his fingers along the keys of the piano and began to… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
“The tyrant-father of Heaven, the one who created, hated and drove out the first woman, yoked men with a horrible curse, far worse than… — R.S. Belcher Copy Share Image
