The publishers are there, many marketing perfectly good books. But so are the hucksters, promoting the worst Jesus junk imaginable: T-shirts and bumper stickers (Honk if you love Jesus) and pencils and plaques and bookmarks[…]

[…] the master exorcist, the gem among them all, the ocean of virtues, seemed to be the only sane person unaffected and unpossessed.

Would a Chadband, a deliberate hypocrite, have achieved the stern self-abandonment with which he now set himself to readjust Edward Albert's affairs?

He needs almost a miraculous faith to be able to remove mountains, yea, to make the sun stand still, and sometimes to go back, who will undertake to accord the contradictions in time and place between the several relators of this history.