I can turn over and you can pretend I'm him!
I love my brother. I will always love my brother. His soul is pure and perfect. His sins don't erase that purity, they only obscure it
It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy.
For years I pretended to love the poor, the afflicted. I had pity for them, but I never loved them. They disgusted me
