Whatever the reason, too many are no longer willing to call evil by its name. There is no vision. And when there is no vision, the people perish.

In the vacuum created by fear and ignorance and hunger and want, it's evil, not good, that rushes to fill the void.

Evil is evil, and no good comes of calling it by any other name.

Let me love you, he saidI want to mould that broken heart,To feel the pain the others before I have caused,Walk down the darkness that you walked through,Understand how something so broken can be so beautiful,I need to understand how you manifested.

She wasn__ his kind of woman, and she didn__ want to fall in love with a man who would break her heart like a Dorito.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.