I Hated The Words. Each One Was

You Can't Blame Me. I Mean That Literally. You're Incapable Of Blaming Me. You're Human. Being Human Is Choosing Freedom Over Imprisonment, Autonomy Over Dependency, Liberty Over Servitude. You Can't Blame Me Because You Know (come On, Man, You've Always Known) That The Idea Of Spending Eternity With Nothing To Do Except Praise God Is Utterly Unappealing. You'd Be Catatonic After An Hour. Heaven's A Swiz Because To Get In You Have To Leave Yourself Outside. You Can't Blame Me Because -- Now Do Please Be Honest With Yourself For Once -- You'd Have Left, Too.

Telling The Truth Is A Beautiful Act Even If The Truth Itself Is Ugly.

You Think God Will Never Forgive You, But The Only God Is Beauty And Beauty Always Forgives. It Forgives With Its Infinite Indifference.

The First Horror Is There's Horror. The Second Is You Accommodate It.

Kneecaps Only Exist To Get Hit With Claw-hammers; Grace Only Exists To Be Fallen From.