People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.

When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.

I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.

What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?