All The Mortal World Is A Lethal

It's Not So," I Said. "and How Long Do You Think It Will Sustain You, Feeling And Seeing And Touching And Tasting, If There Is No Love? No One With You?

Aren't There Gradations Of Evil? Is Evil A Great Perilous Gulf Into Which One Falls With The First Sin, Plummeting To The Depth?

I Don't Like Myself You Know. I Love Myself. I'm Devoted To Myself Till My Dying Day. But I Don't Like Myself.

How Could Anyone Love Him? What Did You Just Tell Me Yourself About The World? Don't You See, Everybody Hates God Now. It's Not That God Is Dead In The Twentieth Century. It's That Everybody Hates Him! At Least I Think So.

Vampires Always Order Hot Drinks. They Aren't Going To Drink Them; But They Can Feel The Warmth And Smell Them If They're Hot, And That Is So Good.