That's Sexism, That Is. Going Around Giving

What Power Would Hell Have If Those Imprisoned Were Not Able To Dream Of Heaven?

We Do Not Always Remember The Things That Do No Credit To Us. We Justify Them, Cover Them In Bright Lies Or With The Thick Dust Of Forgetfulness. All Of The Things That Shadow Had Done In His Life Of Which He Was Not Proud, All The Things He Wished He Had Done Otherwise Or Left Undone, Came At Him Then In A Swirling Storm Of Guilt And Regret And Shame, And He Had Nowhere To Hide From Them. He Was As Naked And As Open As A Corpse On A Table, And Dark Anubis The Jackal God Was His Prosector And His Prosecutor And His Persecutor.

Stories Are The Things That Allow Us To Persuade Each Other That We're Human.

You Don't Pass Or Fail At Being A Person, Dear.

What Would Be The Fun In Doing Things You Know Are Going To Work?