We are very much like them: indiscriminate killers, ruled by drives little acknowledged and less understood, mindlessly territorial and murderously jealous - the only significant difference being that they have yet to master our expertise in hypocrisy, the gift of our superior intellect that enables us to slaughter one another in droves, more often than not under the auspices of an approving god!

Time for the world to end.

I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.

I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in the Internet and video game age. Now I enjoy books for people of all ages, including children.