Author of quotes: Adam Neville

“Will I be able to kill? - he asked himself, and inside everything turned upside down. "Do I recognize myself after that?"

In Mexico, hearts were ripped out for the sun god. In ancient Britain, servants were ritually strangled and buried with their masters. Commoners accused of witchcraft were crushed with large stones and burned at the stake. In the Tokyo subway, people were gassed. Fully fueled planes with passengers crashed into skyscrapers. If only we could rebel. All of us who died unjustly for the sake of the mad Gods. There would be a lot of us.

And there was also warmth in her eyes. Genuine warmth, and he felt it. Although with the same sympathy, she could relate to her beloved chicken, ram or pig. He meant no more to her than a pet.

Although his life didn't make any sense either.

Luke, you talk in your sleep.
- Because I don't see the whole picture, Loki. Because you and the couple chose sadism and ruthless murder of innocent people. I am sleeping sheep just because they do not see the point in your criminal acts. Don't know the meaning. And I will never understand Loki. When you finally kill me, I... I'll be dead and you'll be a murderer. Here, perhaps, and all. This makes no sense. There is nothing magical or special. It's just disgusting, wrong, vile and completely useless, like you and those pricks who walk behind you, painted like the Ghost faces.

Slowly, gradually, the shock receded, as the shade of the tide leaving the Islands of dirty sludge. Above them hung a gray horizon. Storm in the brain was replaced by calmness. It was slow, sickening, monotone, as usually happens, when you accept the inevitable and not able to sleep; take samotalis to the limit. But in the decision there is some relief. You sink faster to the bottom. And reaching the bottom, begin to suddenly see everything clearly for what it really is.

Put me in a box with kittens. I didn't want to hurt. Dress me in a beautiful dress and open my big cute eyes, and make it so that I never-never came out. In me live cells remained. More pain I cannot bear I'll just disappear.

It was corked like a bottle, - it stuck to itself and could not get out of his stupor. The pain is sharp ice slashed across the gut. Surprisingly, self-pity for a brief moment lifted her above the nightmare, giving a fleeting euphoria.

There are days when everything becomes a trigger for paranoia.

But rats are very similar to humans. Such as pests, carry diseases. They are willing to do anything to survive in any conditions, they will gnaw your way and eat the other dogs if I have to.

... how often in life any of us can experience happiness, but not instant, and lasting, which would be obvious as a belief in something or faith in something?

It's like she came out into the open sea in a small lake boat, and the sky foretells her storm.

The arguments against the insanity melt away... With the rustle of their garments fall off.

I find the presence of real rats is much more appropriate and comforting than the company of animals own kind...