Bakura

Fallout New Vegas,Reading,Writing,Wrestling

My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor,what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, In the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? What you need are plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safty of a lie.~ Vida Winter