“The only truth left to us today must be cobbled from the half-lies, the untold secrets, the wasted murmurs, and the whispered promises we made the day before. Otherwise, tomorrow is simply a cruel joke with a terrible, never-ending punch line. To cry would be unthinkable, but to laugh would be even worse.”—
Miles away, Mr. Freshwater’s pastor, Don Matolyak, posited that the criticism of Mr. Freshwater was part of a larger trend toward bigotry against Christians.
'If he had a Koran on his desk, he’d be fine and no one would say a word to him,' Mr. Matolyak said. 'If he had “Origin of Species” on his desk, they would celebrate that.'
”—I’m sure they’d love if Mr. Freshwater had an actual copy of the material he was supposed to be teaching, Pastor Matolyak. I’m sure if he followed the curriculum and used the actual materials of evolutionary biology, nobody would be writing a New York Times article about him. And good job on pulling some anti-Muslim sentiment out of of your ass, too.
“I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity - all I hope for in my clothes.”—Yves Saint Laurent
As he got smarter, he realized the only decent thing to was to get quieter. When asked a question, he hesitated to answer, knowing that, ultimately, any given answer was as appropriate as another. Ultimately, his burgeoning grasp of the Truth began to make it impossible to share himself with other people. The burden of knowledge aged him and as his mind encapsulated more and more of the Truth, his mouth drew tighter and tighter into a forlorn grimace. He reasoned that his mouth was nothing but a pore through which the Truth escaped, decayed, and was slowly transmuted into another floating, mendacious piece of the world.