I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need. We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?