If there is a man selling a private arsenal to an Egyptian crook and he’s English and you’re English and those weapons could cause a lot of pain to a lot of people, then you just do it.
Death isn’t only about the destruction of the body. Sometimes, just like that, you extinguish one self and another is born. But every birth is violent and there’s no death without pain.
You think you’re the only ones who’ve lost people? You think you’re the only ones with pain? You think you can take your s*** and dump it on me? You don’t get to do that! So you take your god**** pain and you live with it, a**holes! You lost your parents? Welcome to the god**** club!
You met a man who marvels wide-eyed at the miracles of nature. So I am. You met a man who has known pain and tragedy. And so I am. You met a man who wanted to possess you for his own ends, but instead, he fell in love. That’s the man I am, and the monster.
Love isn’t gonna save us. It’s what we have to save. Pain makes us strong enough to do it. All our scars, our anger, our despair, it’s armor. Baby, God loves the sinners best because our fire burns bright, bright, bright. Burn with me.[to David]