But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.

I am a Westerner of Westerners!

God's 'failures' are really man's failures.

Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.

Are we not all desperate one way or another?

I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.

My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.