Those who refused to respond to the new stimulus would perish. Adapt or perish.

I will never fully understand; that is the nature of such creatures. Or is this Inner Truth now, this that is happening to me? I will wait. I will see. Which it is. Perhaps it is both.

In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

My major preoccupation is the question, 'What is reality?'