How can one love the light and live in darkness?

Why did women always believe that talking about a problem would fix it? Some issues were corpses. Hot air made them fester and rot and spread their disease to everything else. Better to bury it and move on.

You don't need to like reality, only be strong enough to face it

Her nudity is her armor. It blinded the drooling fools. They couldn't see anything else while they saw her body.

Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.

It had better be. It doesn't do much when it's soft.

Do you know what punishments I've endured for my crimes, my sins? None. I am proof of the absurdity of men's most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence.