What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if

Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right.

What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if

Here she was, being rescued by a socialist, feminist, lesbian, baby-killing, foreign terrorist. What would the ladies in the sewing circle say to that?

[He] had a hole in his soul, the kind the devil loves to find. It's like an open doorway for him, lets him enter in and do his wicked work.

This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

There's a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.