Revolution

One note at a time.

History is fiction.

Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what true power is.

And yet it is hard even now for me to hate him, for i believe he meant no hard. You would not beat your dog because he is not a cat. He was born a dog and cannot change it.  The king was born a king and could not change that either.

Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.

You are hungry... And yet, the hunger in your gut is nothing compared to that in your soul.

Because when I am them, I am not me.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. ... I was not to die that night. That would have been a mercy. I was to be reborn.

It was my soul I thought to barter, yes, and gladly I'd have given it, for it is a small thing and of no value to me. But it was not my soul that was taken, no. It was my heart.

The fables had failed you. Once upon a time never was. There's no kindly hunstman. No fairy godmother. There's only the wolf. Grown so bold now, he strolls the streets of Paris picking his teeth with and infant's rib. Nothing changes, sparrow. Can't you see that? The world goes on, as stupid and brutal tomorrow as it was today.

The world goes on stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.