The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

I don't like people. They fuck me up.

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .