The answers are what they are. Just because you don’t like them doesn’t mean they aren’t true.
The only truth was whatever you could make someone believe.
Sight is one of the most easily deceived senses. I could make a coin disappear and your eyes would believe it gone, even if it were merely up my sleeve.
Trying to justify a world we don’t hold all the answers to is what bedevils the best of us. Sometimes it’s better just to accept that things are as we see them.
It seems all spirits need theatrics, eh? Even Christ himself requires incense and holy water. We’re a skeptical people. We need convincing.
People forget that old women were young once, but d’you think we old women forget? In my heart, I’m still thirty.
In the end, there’s only one thing you can believe. Bodies are honest; they don’t lie.
Impatient men are generous ones. Or haven’t you learned that by now?
Calling it lunacy makes it easier to explain away the things we don’t understand.
Answers? Ha, he would say that. More like riddles, mazes, labyrinths. If there’s some power trying to show me the way, it should give better directions.
You learned to run from what you feel, and that’s why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.
All life’s a risk, that’s what makes it interesting.