A Man Always Assumes That

One Mind Can Think Only Of Its Own Questions; It Rarely Surprises Itself.

There Was No Name For The Disease; His Body Had Gone Insane, Forgotten The Blueprint By Which Human Beings Were Built. Even Now The Disease Still Lives On In His Children. Not In Our Bodies, But In Our Souls. We Exist Where Normal Human Children Are Expected To Be; We're Even Shaped The Same. But Each Of Us In Our Own Way Has Been Replaced By An Imitation Child, Shaped Out Of A Twisted, Fetid, Lipidous Goiter That Grew Out Of Father's Soul.

No Book, However Good, Can Survive A Hostile Reading.

You Will Learn To Defeat The Enemy.

None Of Us Could Be Happy For Long, Doing Nothing.