Sam Quotes

“She wore Sin around her shoulders like a comfortable cloak and felt cold without it.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Where basil is, no evil lives.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“No point standing around like a monkey without a banana.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“The highway would take him to Warwick Hospital.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“I'll send you to suck Charles Crippley's cock, you self-righteous bitch,” Sammie snarled. “I'm a lesbian!” Angela spat and then brought it down with every last ounce of energy she had.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Tim ran out on us. Coward.” Angela raised a hand. “You cannot blame a man for being frightened. None of us have power over bravery. Courage chooses us only when it is needed. Tim is not important.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. The C.S. Lewis quote”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“I thought God was supposed to forgive?” “He forgives, Sammie. He forgives all the time.” “When it suits him, it would appear. Sounds like your God is a hypocrite, Angela.” “No one is perfect, Sammie. Overcoming our flaws is what makes our existence worthwhile.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Angela closed her eyes, and within two minutes she was snoring. Tim studied her. What was her deal? The woman was overweight and baggy around the eyes — a clear drinker and overeater, both signs of an unhappy soul. Was her misery due to leaving the church, or did she leave the church because she was miserable? Angela was clearly a caring person, a good person, but her weaknesses were unhidden and clear for all to see. After a certain length of time, depression became part of a person’s personality and the hope of ever shedding it faded away. Tim hoped Angela found a way to face herself one day. The possibility for himself was long gone.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“From what I can tell, he bled to death from a gash in his genitals just beneath his scrotum. There’s a broken whisky glass in the hot tub and a near-empty bottle on the floor. I think he had some kind of freak accident.” Angela shook her head. “Bullshit! He was murdered. He didn’t sever his ball sack. This was murder, Mike. Anyone can see that. Just look how he’s been positioned.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“He was a coward, and well aware of the fact, but being a coward was a valid method of survival — the flight to a braver man's fight. Both instincts were equally human, and there was no shame in being human.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“God was mysterious. God was great. But God was not Good.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Angela headed for the fridge and opened it. The stench of rotten meat slapped her in the face and made her gag. If only she'd had time to smile.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Angela fought her body’s own reactive urge to vomit by smiling — an old trick she’d learned during her visits to the various hospices owned by the church. For some reason, the method worked.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good. A brave man is a man who dares to look the Devil in the face and tell him he is a Devil. Be ever engaged, so that whenever the Devil calls he may find you occupied.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“One needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“A rumble of thunder jilted Angela away from her musings.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“People who commit suicide often seem fine right before they try to end it all. Killing yourself takes courage and a certain amount of inner peace. The reason Jessica seemed stronger and more in control earlier was because she wanted to die with the dignity of being herself. When people lose control of their lives, sometimes the only thing they have any power over is whether they live or die. It comes as a relief, and all the stress and misery melts away.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“I’m not sure I even remember what to do anymore,” Angela admitted, her cheeks flushed with either the alcohol or embarrassment. “It’ll come back to you, I’m sure,” said Mike. Angela huffed. “Yeah, like riding a bike... backwards... over water.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“What is more concerning, Jessica, is what Sammie was doing while he was watching television.” Jessica sighed. Shame was abundant in her eyes. “He started touching himself a few weeks ago. The first time he did it, the last of the maids were still around. He ejaculated into his palm and threw it right in Margaret’s face. That was the last we saw of her of course.” “Don’t worry, I’m sure it wasn’t her first time,” said Tim, and then seemed embarrassed by what he had said. “Sorry. Bad joke.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“Heading for the pub’s exit, she nodded to a group of lads she knew as regulars. The grins on their faces made her wonder if they were laughing at her, but she decided that the real joke was on them. Your degrees won’t help you, lads. The world is cold and bitter, no matter how many fancy bits of paper you have with your name on.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam

“May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
― Iain Rob Wright, Sam