The Brothers Karamazov

If God is absent, everything is permitted, and Ivan caught the disease before the argument.

The Grand Inquisitor chapter is a whole philosophy degree in twenty pages.

Dmitri loved with his fists, Ivan with his head, Alyosha with his hands. I'm still deciding.

Zosima bowed to Dmitri's future suffering. Bowing to people is a skill I'm learning.

The onion fable, one good deed is enough to start with. Barely.

We are all responsible for everyone. The heaviest underlined sentence I own.

Smerdyakov's quiet arithmetic behind the murder. Evil does bookkeeping.

The trial read like social media before social media: everyone certain, no one listening.

Ilyusha's stone throwing and the speech after, children end every Dostoevsky I've read, gently.

Karamazov taught me doubt and faith can share a bed. Mine do now.