It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.
Kenneth PatchenCome now, my child, if we were planning to harm you, do you think we'd be lurking here beside the path in the very darkest part of the forest?
Kenneth PatchenGreatness and Truth can never be in danger from these murdering wretches. To perform one's duty, be it now, be it clean, and be it done with humilityโฆ A man is a sacred thing. ANY ACTION OR THOUGHT WHICH INJURES THE HUMAN IMAGINATION IS EVIL.
Kenneth Patchen