Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?" "That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now
That's brain tissue. How can you-?" Claire shut her mouth, fast. "Never mind. I don't think I wanna know." "Truly, I think that's best. Please take it." He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. "I'm giving you a piece of my mind." "I so wish you hadn't said that.
There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.
God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think.