How we cite our quotes: (Part.Chapter.Paragraph.)
Quote #4
A woman screamed. "That's my boy. That's Miguel. You can't take my boy." He said dully, "Every man here is somebody's husband or somebody's son. I know that." The priest stood silently with his hands clasped; his knuckles whitened as he gripped … He could feel all around him the beginning of hate. Because he was no one's husband or son. He said, "Lieutenant…" (2.1.145-147)
Why do the villagers refuse to turn the priest over—even to save themselves? Is it honor? Superstition? Fear of God?
Quote #5
When you visualized a man or woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity—that was a quality God's image carried with it. When you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination. (2.3.117)
No wonder traitors opt to stab people in the back. Do you agree with this? If people were more imaginative, would they hate less? If so, can artists and musicians and poets help make the work less hateful?
Quote #6
"Loving God isn't any different from loving a man—or a child. It's wanting to be with Him, to be near Him." He made a hopeless gesture with his hands. "It's wanting to protect Him from yourself." (3.1.115)
Do we detect a little self-loathing on the part of the priest here? He sees the love of God as an internal conflict: wanting to be with God and away from God at the same time. It's like an addiction, or an abusive relationship. Either way, it doesn't sound like very much fun.