I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.
Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.
Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.
Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.
You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.