On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
Kill one man, and you are murderer.
There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.
Prerequisite for rereadability in books: that they be forgettable.
God, that checkroom of our dreams.
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.