What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This

When You Think About It, Most Of The Good Ideas Came Along To Make Sin A Whole Lot Easier.

The Blood Of A Redheaded Woman Is Three Degrees Cooler Than The Blood Of A Normal Woman. This Has Been Established By Medical Studies.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

I See God Now As An Unimaginative Writer Of Popular Fictions, Someone Who Builds Stories Around Sadistic And Graceless Plots, Narratives That Exist Only To Express His Terror Of A Woman's Power To Choose Who And How To Love, To Redefine Love As She Sees Fit, Not As God Thinks It Ought To Be. The Author Is Unworthy Of His Own Characters.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.