Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.
If God wanted a world filled with saints, He never would have created adolescence.
I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.
But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there.
Sometimes the rues don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.
I have scars. No one alive today doesn't. But Alex's scars have to be much deeper than mine.