My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.

You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to become. Not at the same time.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

Scratch any fortune and you'll find blood only a generation or two back...child labor in mines or mills...Slavery. Drugs. Stock swindles. Wasting nature with clear-cuts, pollution, harvesting to extinction. Monopolies. Disease. War. Every fortune comes out of something unpleasant.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.