The fact of being alive compensated for what life did to one.
I have no problem with people's religious beliefs. I just don't happen to have any.
I don't know what to say about literary critics. I think it's probably best to say nothing.
We crave permission openly to become our secret selves.
That's the trouble with you sad-city types: a place has to be miserable and dull as ditchwater before you believe it's real.
If you take a look at history, you will find that the understanding of what is good and evil has always existed before the individual religions. The religions were only invented by people afterwards, in order to express this idea.