My Feelings For Raphael Are Mine, And

I Believe In Those Whom I Love And Trust. All Else Is Foolishness. This God Is As Empty As His Church. His Followers Choose To Attribute All Of Their Good Fortune To Him, But When He Ignores Their Pleas Or Leaves Them To Suffer, They Say Only That He Ignores Their Pleas Or Leaves Them To Suffer, They Say Only That He Is Beyond Their Understanding And Abandon Themselves To His Will. What Kind Of God Is That?

A Technician Who Uses The Term “glitch” Is Like A Doctor Who Tells You You’re Suffering From A “thingy,” Except The Doctor Won’t Tell You To Go Home And Try Turning Yourself On And Off Again.

We All Have Our Routines," He Said Softly."but They Must Have A Purpose And Provide An Outcome That We Can See And Take Some Comfort From, Or Else They Have No Use At All. Without That, They Are Like The Endless Pacings Of A Caged Animal. If They Are Not Madness Itself, Then They Are A Prelude To It.

The Detective Was Different. Not That He Wasn't A Good Man; Willie Had Heard Enough About Him To Understand That He Was The Kind Who Didn't Like To Turn Away From Another's Pain, The Kind Who Couldn't Put A Pillow Over His Ears To Drown Out The Cries Of Strangers. Those Scars He Had Were Badges Of Courage, And Willie Knew That There Were Others Hidden Beneath His Clothes, And Still More Deep Inside, Right Beneath The Skin And Down To The Soul. No, It Was Just That Whatever Goodness Was There Coexisted With Rage And Grief And Loss.

Why Is There Always One Bloke In These Boy Bands Who Looks Like He Came To Fix The Boiler And Somehow Got Bullied Into Joining The Group?