The truth carries a weight that no lie can counterfeit.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
The pain, fear, I revel in it.
I dwell in darkness, Madam, and darkness is where I belong.
You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.
The fates are toying with us now, setting our feet on seemingly divergent paths that still somehow converge in the most unlikely of places.
I find war preferable to politics. At least in war, you know your enemies.
Claire, surely you of all people can step outside the passions of the moment and appreciate the sublime preposterousness of a universe that would guide us to a meeting at the French court.