“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
“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
