The essence of the worst in the human spirit is not found in the crazy sons of b**ches. Ugliness is found in the faces of the crowd.
Extreme acts of cruelty require a high level of empathy.
I let you know me, see me. I gave you a rare gift, but you didn’t want it.
The next time you have an instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. It might save you a great deal of trouble.
Morality doesn’t exist. Only morale.
God can’t save any of us because it’s inelegant. Elegance is more important than suffering. That’s His design.
When a fox hears a rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help.
We don’t get wiser as we get older, Abigail, but we do learn to avoid or raise a certain amount of hell, depending on which we prefer.
The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive.
No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love we see potential in our beloved. Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved’s potential comes true.
It’s nice when someone sees us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you.
Forgiveness is too great and difficult for one person. It requires two: the betrayer and the betrayed.
