When I talk about belief, why do you always assume I’m talking about God?

I don’t care what you believe in, just believe in it.

River: You see, the snow on the roof is too heavy, you see, the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.
Book: River, please, why don’t you come on out?
River: No! Can’t. Too much hair.

If you take sexual advantage of her, you’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theatre.

“Tahiti. It’s a Magical Place”

Zoë: Preacher, don’t the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killin’?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

Zoë: River, honey, he’s putting the hair away now.
River: Doesn’t matter. It’ll still be there… waiting.

I brought you some supper. But, if you’d *prefer* a lecture, I’ve a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire. One has lepers.

I don’t care what you believe in, just believe in it.

Kaylee: How come you don’t care where you’re going?
Book: ‘Cause how you get there is the worthier part.

Ron Glass 1945-2016