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The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness. —JOSEPH CONRAD
men consumed by their egos and their desire to assert dominance at the top of hierarchies only they could see, didn’t have the capacity to set aside their petty aspirations even in the face of death.
“God can be everywhere at the same time if he wants, but he ain’t in every building that calls itself a church. You can stand in a pulpit and call yourself a minister. I can roll around in mud and call myself a pig too. Don’t mean you was called to preach, and it don’t mean I was meant to be pork chops,”
No one knows the hidden rivers of a man’s spirit like his mama.
If a man decides you aren’t his friend, then you look like a fool trying to hang on to that title.
What annoyed him about Top Cat was the overabundance of self-righteousness he now possessed. It was a trait common to the recently saved. Especially if one suffered from some form of dependency in their previous unsaved life. It was like they traded a secular addiction for a sanctified one.
Waiting for the world to shed tears for your pain was like waiting for a statue to speak.
“Terrible people can do good things sometimes. But they like doing the terrible things more.
Her skin was a deep dark brown as smooth as fresh ice on a mountain lake.
It wasn’t like he wanted her to re-create Story of O, but when so much of his life was dedicated to his religion of order and control, there were times he felt the need to be a sinner and give in to the forces of tumult and discord. To dive into the center of the maelstrom and come back to the surface with wounds that told a story of real passion.
We all choose to be skeptics when the truth is inconvenient.
Sometimes grief is love unexpressed. Other times it’s regret made flesh.
“Evil is rarely complicated. It’s just fucking bold.”
“We going up there to talk to that wench tomorrow.
The Word is perfect, but the way men interpret it is corrupt. And your teacher is full of shit.”
“Would you say that if I wasn’t your ex?” “I’d say that if you were Anderson Cooper,” Titus said.
There was ugliness, sure, but there was beauty in the world, there was grace, if you knew where to look.
Titus would bet his father’s house and every dollar in his savings account that Davy had come up with that name himself.
“A lie can be halfway around the world while the truth is still pulling up his britches,”
Whoever controlled the narrative controlled the truth.
But some people weren’t quantifiable. Some people didn’t fit the profile. They didn’t even fit within the human race. Some people were monsters among monsters.
