Let's think of that moment when a woman washed the feet of Jesus with the nard, so expensive: it is a religious moment, a moment of gratitude, a moment of love. And he [Judas] stands apart with bitter criticism: 'But this could have been used for the poor!' This is the first reference that I have found, in the Gospel, to poverty as an ideology. The ideologue does not know what love is, because he does nt know how to give himself.

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

It__ so dark - as if all the lights are just there to make the other places seem darker.

Somehow I'd still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.

Acceptance is the key to finding where my truth lies in the darkness.

There is no darkness when I go to sleep; the wicked, as they say, never truly rest. I see blinding flashes of desperate arms reaching out, I hear cries for help over the crackling of burning wood, the ashen remains and the gut-wrenching smell of charred bodies.