Jesse Hall

“1) There exist instances of intense suffering which an omnipotent, omniscient being could have prevented without thereby losing some greater good or permitting some evil equally bad or worse.

2) An omniscient, wholly good being would prevent the occurrence of any intense suffering it could, unless it could not do so without thereby losing some greater good or permitting some evil equally bad or worse.

3) (Therefore) There does not exist an omnipotent, omniscient, wholly good being.”
― William L. Rowe, God and the Problem of Evil

“See, my aim is not to survive but to be thrown to the wolfs with adrenaline still pumping in my veins and hear the gods laughing saying ”that was one hell of a youth” and everything I do I do in order to push my senses and levels of natural ecstasy. I want to be so awake that I pass out by exhaustion every night with a smile on my face and no thoughts of tomorrow because today was all I ever could make of it and I am sick and tired of boredom. Bored people slumbering boring words about bored habits and I want to get out.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“To be an effective criminal defense counsel, an attorney must be prepared to be demanding, outrageous, irreverent, blasphemous, a rogue, a renegade, and a hated, isolated, and lonely person - few love a spokesman for the despised and the damned.”
― Clarence Darrow

“Should I stop?” he said.
I heard voices from far away and he stopped moving his fingers. I grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand into me.
“Please,” I said, “please don’t stop.”
“Oh, so I shouldn’t?” he said and chuckled. “That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?”
I felt such pressurized pain, the tingle turned to a cold numb that made me shake.
“Yes,” I said and stared into his eyes, “and you’re not cruel, are you?”
He bit the side of my neck and nibbled on my earlobe as he breathed heavily into my ear.
“I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, Beth,” he said into my ear, “but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.”
I stared into Declan’s eyes and knew that he told the truth. And just like he said, I did not care.
His fingers went back to work and I felt as if I was being dragged out to sea by this incredible undertow. It did not matter that I was drowning or in the company of the cruelest man in the world. I only cared how he made me feel and, at that moment, I never felt better.”
― Ava Ayers, Pretty Hate