Author of quotes: Poppy Brite. Page 11

God give the killers a plastic face. We often seem weak and stupid; having on the street by the Ripper, no one would have thought, "This guy looks like yesterday at dinner he had eaten the kidney girls".

You know, it suddenly occurred to me that I don't have to endure. I realized that I have a choice. Jesus was probably difficult to sustain suffering on the cross - the dirt, the thirst, the nails, glaring at the swollen flesh brushes, - knowing that he has a choice. And I am not the Christ.

Sometimes people get tired of carrying all that the world dumps on him. Shoulders down, back bent, muscles trembling with ustalosti. Gradually dying hope for relief. And then you must decide whether to fold the load or to drag it out until you break in the ridge, like a dry twig in the fall.