“Mozart, Julie says in a bitter chuckle, staring at the speaker. Its supposed to be the pinnacle of art, right? This transcendent human achievement? And we use it for background noise in bathrooms. ...”

“I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I a...”

“What is left of us? No countries, no cultures, no wars but still no peace. Whats at our core, then? Whats still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?”

“To be or not to be, that is the question: to go on living, fighting against this sea of troubles, or to die and end everything? Why be afraid of death? To die is to sleep, no more. Perhaps to dream...”

“The magic that confounds them is humanity. The naturally occurring, slow acting, unpredictably potent product of conscious minds connecting. These madmen want to synthesise love. They want to manuf...”

“Sex, once a law as undisputed as gravity, has been disproved. The equation is erased, the blackboard broken”

“A cavalryman's horse should be smarter than he is. But the horse must never be alowed to know this.”

“Above all, he loathed men who beat women; for, real men didnt exercise their strength on frail creatures, they joined the army and put Shazarias enemies in their graves.”

“Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world's problems?”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”