To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.

It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?

Beckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.

Do they merit vitriol, even a drop of it? Yes, because they corrupt the young, persuading them that the mature world, which produced Beethoven and Schweitzer, sets an even higher value on the transient anodynes of youth than does youth itself.... They are the Hollow Men. They are electronic lice.

And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight.