David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

"there're times when i suspect that the mind has a mind of its own. it shows us pictures. pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. this mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice"

"We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love."

"We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love."