A Perfectly Evil Devil Makes Even Less

But Just Remember, Life Without Me Would Be Even More Unbearable.

All The Stories I Have Told You Are Finally As Useless As All Ancient Knowledge Is To Man And To Us. Its Images And Its Poetry Can Be Beautiful; It Can Make Us Shiver With The Recognition Of Things We Have Always Suspected Or Felt. It Can Draw Us Back To Times When The Earth Was New To Man, And Wondrous. But Always We Come Back To The Way The Earth Is Now.

God, Why Didn't You Make Us All Dogs?

You Never Know The Palette Of The One You Kill Until The Mind Disgorges Its Finest Colours.

Thank God He Killed The Guy. Oh, Now, Wait A Minute. What Kind Of A Prayer Was That!