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Grace is the seed of glory, the dawning of glory in the heart, and therefore grace is the earnest of the future inheritance.

It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.

it seemed as if the Internet was governed more by fear: the fear of unpopularity and uncoolness, the fear of missing out, the fear of being flamed or forgotten.

The mark of a legitimate revolution - the scientific, for example - was that it didn't brag about its revolutionariness but simply occurred.

He was a sleaze, a nobody, a former graduate student of English studies.

There was a kind of liberation in jettisoning all thought of being a good person.

Wasn't asking for a recipe supposed to be good coin of the feminine realm?

According to Scripture, earthly life was but a moment, but the moment seemed spacious when he was with her.

Local politicians of color said children and tomorrow. They said digital and democracy and history.

Marion stepped up to the counter and surveyed the candy-bar display with militant loathing.

The mark of a legitimate revolution—the scientific, for example—was that it didn't brag about its revolutionariness but simply occurred. Only the weak and fearful, the illegitimate, had to brag.

It was awkward to be called dear by a person you felt like calling insufferable bitch.

It was strange that self-pity wasn't on the list of deadly sins; none was deadlier.

She'd been drinking jug wine steadily for four hours.

seemed as if the Internet was governed more by fear: the fear of unpopularity and uncoolness, the fear of missing out, the fear of being flamed or forgotten.

cheap euphoria smeared across their faces like the juice of sex and peaches, who thought that this was what baseball was about

And the proof of his insanity? His belief that the U.S. government was a repressive conspiracy that muzzled radical opinion. Only an insane person would believe that! The Unabomber had really, really liked Leila.

That his comments actually pertained to her questions—that in spite of the infinity in his eyes he was participating in a finite conversation—made up for the sourness in his face.

The personality susceptible to the dream of limitless freedom is a personality also prone, should the dream ever sour, to misanthropy and rage.)

Worse than spanking or even liver was the sound of someone else's Ping-Pong.

The love that was a granite impediment at the center of her life was also an unshakable foundation;

and so, in the very act of attacking the full story, Pip was somehow confirming its essential plausibility.

The nakedness of the presents on the floor was a sad premonition of their naked future, after the brief, false glory of being wrapped.

She was one of New Prospect's original hippies, a walking yes to the question Are You Experienced?