Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in the world, a moment of responsibility existed.

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

How can justice fall victim, ever, to what is right?

You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing to give your love to.

The problem with introspection is that it has no end.

Whom the gods notice they destroy.

She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.