It's Perfectly Obvious That Somebody's Responsible And

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

I Think The Family Is The Place Where The Most Ridiculous And Least Respectable Things In The World Go On.

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.

There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.

We Know Well Enough When We're Being Unjust And Despicable. But We Don't Restrain Ourselves Because We Experience A Certain Pleasure, A Primitive Sort Of Satisfaction In Moments Like That.