For the longest time I studied revenge to the exclusion of all else. I built my first torture chamber in the dark vaults of imagination. Lying on bloody sheets in the Healing Hall I discovered doors within my mind that I’d not found before, doors that even a child of nine knows should not be opened. Doors that never close again. I threw them wide.
The necklace, Marcos,
The sound of him drinking was indescribable-like dirty runoff down a storm drain.
…it is by our actions that we are destroyed or saved. The choice is ours.
Always seek justice, but love only mercy. To love justice and hate mercy is but a doorway to more injustice.
This place is Hell’s waiting room.
Simply put, the best revenge is to live an awesome life.
When you revenge from the one you love; at the end it will be only you bearing the pain.
I got both hands on her throat and there was nothing inside me but the black madness of that desire to kill her, to close my hands until she turned purple and lay still and there’d be an end to her forever. Let them send me to the chair. Let ’em burn me. All they could do was kill me.
It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.