Book: The story of the body Snatchers

I don't believe you. I have for several centuries been watching with interest over a two-year people. They are unhappy. They almost always scurrying around, fall down and cry. Im disgusted to be human! They already understand that this kind of evil joke.

Don't imagine that death is ready to provide you all the answers. I suspect that in itself it is terrible. You just cease to exist, and there is no more life, there is no way at all to get something out.

We always humiliate the heroes. We them break. After all, they remind us what a real power.

We are drawn to the raging chaos, grab some brilliant fine thing and hold on to it, assuring myself that it makes a lot of sense that the world is not so bad that we are not the worst evil and that we all eventually get home.

Sometimes love and hate serve the same purpose.

The real Devil can do something good only one way - to play the role himself, to expose the evil show. Unless you consider that he is doing good when sows evil. But in this case God turns a monster, right? And the Devil is just a part of the divine plan.

The sadness is too soft and a pleasant word.