Wise Blood: Classics Novel

by Flannery O'Connor

“That’s the trouble with you preachers,” he said. “You’ve all got too good to believe in anything,”

“You act like you think you got wiser blood than anybody else,” he said, “but you ain’t! I’m the one has it. Not you. Me.”

“Well, I preach the Church Without Christ. I’m member and preacher to that church where the blind don’t see and the lame don’t walk and what’s dead stays that way. Ask me about that church and I’ll tell you it’s the church that the blood of Jesus don’t foul with redemption.”