Time for the world to end.
Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.
Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor.
Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.
Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.
Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.