Souls were the same. They, too, had useless baggage that impeded their proper performance, these annoying, holier-than-thou bits dangling like an appendix waiting for infection. Faith and hope and love...prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude...all this useless clutter just packed too much damn morality into the heart, getting in the way of the soul's innate desire for malignancy.
J.R. WardAmong the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.
J.R. Ward