“Gabriel shifted in his chair. “She thinks that if God is like a father, he must be like you.” Richard chuckled. “A high compliment, but an unwarranted one. I’m imperfect like everyone else.” “Would that I could have one quarter of your imperfection,” Gabriel muttered, lowering his head.”

“Gabriel shifted in his chair. “She thinks that if God is like a father, he must be like you.” Richard chuckled. “A high compliment, but an unwarranted one. I’m imperfect like everyone else.” “Would that I could have one quarter of your imperfection,” Gabriel muttered, lowering his head.”

— Sylvain Reynard