All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.
As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.
-- that books were mirrors, reflective in sometimes unpredictable ways.
If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.
Maybe that's what love is. Having someone who guides you through different experiences, coaxes you to try news things but still makes you feel safe.
Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.
