I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
It must be remembered that there is no real reason to expect anything in particular from mankind; good and evil are local expedients—or their lack—and not in any sense cosmic truths or laws.
We read in Rabelais of how the Devil took to flight when the woman showed him her vulva.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
