“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”

“The life of my people is to remember forever; each head granary is full. The life of your people is to forget: your thing granaries ("museums"), and not yourselves, are full.”

“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”

“The living sinners on deadly ground.”