You Have To Taste The Sour Urine

I Dreamt A Limitless Book, A Book Unbound, Its Leaves Scattered In Fantastic Abundance On Every Line There Was A New Horizon Drawn, New Heavens Supposed; New States, New Souls.

We Always Think We Are Right, And - Search As I Have - There Is No Evil Under The Sun That Somebody Somewhere Won't Argue Is Actually A Good, No Idiocy That Hasn't Got Its Perfectly Serious Defenders, And No Tyrant, Past Or Present - No Matter How Bloody - Without Some Bunch Of Zealot Schmucks To Defend Him Or His Reputation Till The Last Breath In Their Bodies - Or Preferably Somebody Else's.

Well, It Was Most Likely Too Late; There Would Not Be Time For Me To Flagellate Myself For Every Dishonorable Deed In That List, Nor Any Chance To Make Good The Harms I’d Done. Minor Harms, To Be Sure, In The Scheme Of Things; But Large Enough To Regret.

Give Me B Movies Or Give Me Death!

Three Is The Number Of Those Who Do Holy Work; Two Is The Number Of Those Who Do Lover's Work; One Is The Number Of Those Who Do Perfect Evil Or Perfect Good.