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

You got to go along to get along.

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

You don't have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He'd wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn't have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.

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

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

What we can't speak, we say in silence.