A man is truly free, even here in this embodied state, if he knows that God is the true agent and he by himself is powerless to do anything.

by anonymous accusations of infidelity?” I said. Susan smiled. “Fancy talk for a guy with an eighteen-inch neck,” she said. “I been bopping a shrink,” I said.

He was waiting for a man with a knife to come out of a doorway at him. All this time, he told me, he had been trying to steal death from her body. By confronting it himself, he would keep it away from her.

lies could run around the world before the truth could get its boots on.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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