Here, In The Bare Dark Face Of

Perdition Awaits At The End Of A Road Constructed Entirely From Good Intentions, The Devil Emerges From The Details And Hell Abides In The Small Print.

Well," He Sighed To No One In Particular, And Looked Up Into Yet Another Alien Sky. "here We Are Again.

A Guilty System Recognizes No Innocents.

You're A Wicked Man." "thank You. It's Taken Years Of Diligent Practice.

Our Lives Are About Development, Mutation And The Possibility Of Change; That Is Almost A Definition Of What Life Is: Change... If You Disable Change, If You Effectively Stop Time, If You Prevent The Possibility Of The Alteration Of An Individual's Circumstances — And That Must Include At Least The Possibility That They Alter For The Worse — Then You Don't Have Life After Death; You Just Have Death.