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There Is A Horrifying Loneliness At Work In This Time. No, Listen To Me. We Lived Six And Seven To A Room In Those Days, When I Was Still Among The Living. The City Streets Were Seas Of Humanity; And Now In These High Buildings Dim-witted Souls Hover In Luxurious Privacy, Gazing Through The Television Window At A Faraway World Of Kissing And Touching. It Is Bound To Produce Some Great Fund Of Common Knowledge, Some New Level Of Human Awareness, A Curious Skepticism, To Be So Alone.

Evil Is Just A Point Of View

What Is Fear After All? It Is Indecision. You Seek Some Way To Resist, Escape. There Is None.

We Are Predators, Whose All-seeing Eyes Were Meant To Give Them Detachment.

I'm Always Looking, And I'm Always Asking Questions.