The Blood Of A Redheaded Woman Is

Taking A Thing Apart Is Always Faster Than Putting Something Together. This Is True Of Everything Except Marriage.

Gold Don't Come Off. What's Good Stays Good No Matter How Much Of A Beating It Takes.

He Understood That The Ghost Existed First And Foremost Within His Own Head. That Maybe Ghosts Always Haunted Minds, Not Places. If He Wanted To Take A Shot At It, He’d Have To Turn The Barrel Against His Own Temple.

Pick A Sin We Can Both Live With, Is What I Ask.

I See God Now As An Unimaginative Writer Of Popular Fictions, Someone Who Builds Stories Around Sadistic And Graceless Plots, Narratives That Exist Only To Express His Terror Of A Woman's Power To Choose Who And How To Love, To Redefine Love As She Sees Fit, Not As God Thinks It Ought To Be. The Author Is Unworthy Of His Own Characters.