You Can't Let Facts Get In The

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

I See God Now As An Unimaginative Writer Of Popular Fictions, Someone Who Builds Stories Around Sadistic And Graceless Plots, Narratives That Exist Only To Express His Terror Of A Woman's Power To Choose Who And How To Love, To Redefine Love As She Sees Fit, Not As God Thinks It Ought To Be. The Author Is Unworthy Of His Own Characters.

But God Fears Women Even More That He Fears The Devil- And Is Right To. She, With Her Power To Bring Life Into The World, Was Truly Made In The Image Of The Creator, Not Man.

Gold Don't Come Off. What's Good Stays Good No Matter How Much Of A Beating It Takes.