5 Quotes by Michael Schiefelbein

But it's not hell," Pete spoke with amazing confidence. "Not if you love him.

What kind of a God makes bodies and forbids you to use them?

Right there, the Jew temple of Jerusalem beneath us, I swore to myself that I would finally enter him - the boy prophet, the ultimate challenge, my obsession. I would enter him the way I entered the Emperor's gates after a campaign: invincible, majestic. But hailed by his groans rather than by the cries of banner-waving masses.

Nature had given me a square jaw, a cleft chin, a dark mane, eyes that could bring a vestal virgin to her knees and a cock that could keep her there.

But it’s not hell,” Pete spoke with amazing confidence. “Not if you love him.