Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.
Love requires Context.
I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.
All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.
I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.
But God fears women even more that He fears the devil- and is right to. She, with her power to bring life into the world, was truly made in the image of the Creator, not man.