For every perfect little town, there's something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.

If you let fear take hold, if you let it own you, your life ceases to be your own.

Like people would ever want to read books on an electronic screen.

For every perfect little town, there's something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.

His experience, there was darkness everywhere human beings gathered. The way of the world. Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades. Cut to the bone - pitch black.

Nature doesn't see things through the prism of good or bad. It rewards efficiency. That is the simplicity of evolution, matching design to environment.

Never assume you know where someone else is coming from.