Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.

Don't Believe Everything You Hear Today

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.

Innocence Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be, You Know. Innocent Little Kids Rip The Wings Off Flies, Because They Don’t Know Any Better. That’s Innocence

You Can't Let Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth.