“Mister God made everything, didn’t he?” There was no point in saying I didn’t really know. I said “Yes.” “Even the dirt and the stars and the animals and the people and the trees and everything, and the pollywogs?” The… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“In here was the image of God. It isn't the devil in humanity that makes man a lonely creature, it's his God-likeness. It's the fullness of the Good that can't get out or can't find its proper "other place" that… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“The difference from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is… — Fynn Copy Share Image
I suppose that the human mind can only stand so much grief and anguish. After that the fuses blow. — Fynn Copy Share Image
“Mister God made everything, didn’t he?” There was no point in saying I didn’t really know. I said “Yes.” “Even the dirt and the… — Fynn Copy Share Image
And God said love me, love them, and love it, and don't forget to love yourself. — Fynn Copy Share Image
“Some people collect stamps or beer mats; Mum collected waifs and strays, cats, dogs, frogs, people, and as she believed, a whole host of… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“In here was the image of God. It isn't the devil in humanity that makes man a lonely creature, it's his God-likeness. It's the… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“The sun is nice but it lights things up so much that you can't see very far... The night time is better. It stretches… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“in the dark you have to describe yourself. In the daylight other people describe you.” — Fynn Copy Share Image
The diffrense from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“If I was the only one I wouldn't be littler or bigger, would I? I'd be just me, wouldn't I?” — Fynn Copy Share Image
“I was nineteen at the time, prowling the streets and alleys with my usual supply of hot dogs, the street lights with their foggy… — Fynn Copy Share Image
“So very many times over the next three years i heard her laughter - no silver bells or sweet rippling sounds was her laughter,… — Fynn Copy Share Image
