One expects decent people to stand up for the good of all. Decent people shut their doors and hide behind them as decent people do. Massacres could never happen if it weren't for decent people.
Only the hopeless love God.
It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.
Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.
The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.
It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope.