Character: Charles Jacobs

- Almost all my life bounced from one another, like billiard balls, but it will be over soon. By the end of July - at the latest by mid - August- we finally leave.
In this he was right. So help him God.
Assuming of course that It exists.

- You tell the crowd that your wife and son drowned. Why are you lying? I don't understand what it gives.
- They don't deserve the truth. You called them a mob, and it is very accurate. They have cast aside the mind - and many of them have the brains, and very good - and bought into the stories of a giant deception of the insurance company under the name of "religion." She promises them eternal joy in the next life, if they live this according to certain rules, and many of them are trying, but not enough. When the pain comes, they want miracles. For them I, in fact, a sorcerer, only with magical rings, but not with a bone rattle.
- Do none of them know the truth?
- Can you hear me? They don't deserve the truth, and that's fine, because they do not need.

- You traded the sermon on the pitch. <...>
- No difference, - he explained. - Both comes down to divorce suckers.