Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.
You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.
You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.
And he paddled away in his douche canoe.
There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.