What do you care? You always liked loneliness better than you liked people. No offence liking yourself's the beginning of all love.

Things are different from what I thought. They're much worse.

Not for the first time Richard reflected that this age's vaunted 'communications industry' had chiefly provided people and nations with the means of frightening to death and simultaneously boring to extinction themselves and each other.

Devils may be nothing but beings intent on their purpose, which now happens to collide with yours.

Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.

Better freedom and a chilly road than a warm hearth and servitude.

What do you care? You always liked loneliness better than you liked people. No offence liking yourself's the beginning of all love.