Comparison leads to violence.

My mom was a great cook and great baker all her life.

No one is going to beat the crap out of me more than me.

I would go to war with words, not weapons. I would die talking before I lifted a weapon.

I desperately want to see the day today and do the best I can not miss a shred of sunlight. It'll be over before I know it.

I got married because I wanted to do something that was more than I understood, because my feelings were more than I understood.

Comparison leads to violence.