Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.

“Listen to me. You have the fashion sense of a park bench and the interpersonal …”

“Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in…”

“Man, this angel crap… it’s so fucking hard to influence anything. I’ve never ha…”

“He [Vishous] was all need, no ease.”