Maria McCann Quotes

#1. Behold,' said the Voice, 'earthly beauty. It is nothing but seeming, for to the uninstructed eye the world appears fruitful and sweet, yet in it is nothing but a pile of skulls, showing where others were lost as they went before.

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#2. You talked once of bodily dignity.'
'I've seen heads shot off.

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#3. Whatever makes a man a beast also renders him pitiable. But it behoves us to be wary of these bestial men despite our compassion, for they frequently turn on their friends.

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#4. God cuts out our path, makes a groove in the clay with His finger, and we poor blind ants slide down into it.

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#5. But what virtue I do have is in me and of me. Men deny the good that comes from themselves, calling it God. So do they with their won evil, calling it the Devil.

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#6. I studied the shape of my friend's hands, and how he clasped them. I could smell his skin and hair in the cold air of the church, and stood aching, my face a devout mask stretched over a rotten soul. On

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#7. All I could do was to hold on tight to the sides of the chair, and keep myself from sucking his fingers. 'Would

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#8. I wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man.

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#9. Will you still walk with me?'
'Would you walk with a bad angel?

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#10. How did men make themselves loved, I wondered. I had passed all my life with men who were loved but I seemed never to have learnt the lesson.

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#11. The Devil had granted my wish to watch him sleep, but granted it in his usual cruel fashion, making a pain of a pleasure. Yet pleasure there was. I still desired to watch over him, be his dragon against Botts.

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#12. There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into the spotlessness of Creation, God had seen fit to introduce soiling, twisting, rampaging, Man.

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#13. Are you afraid of dying, Ferris?'
'I'm afraid of not living.

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#14. I followed him up the stairs. I was a fornicator, of unnatural appetite, in thrall to an Atheist. I repeated the words in my head and tried to feel the shock of them, but they remained strange and cruel, far removed from Ferris and me. It was simpler to say I was in love.

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#15. Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant.
Speak to me.

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#16. I dig and plough at your command,' I replied, 'but you will not tell me how to shit.

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