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

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

Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.

Then time seemed to stop, or rather to lose its directional urgency of movement; it became a place in the open where one stood rather than a low, narrow corridor down which one was hurried.

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

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.

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