“We kill, kill, kill. Flesh, spirit, whatever gets in our way. It's like our whole purpose is to extinguish life. And for those who live, there's memory, like a curse. We're such a mixture of frailty and cruelty.”
“We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.”
“Our father. We have killed him, and we will kill him again, and our world will kill him. And yet he is there. It is he who listens at the door. It is he who is coming. It is our father who is about to be born. Through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
“When we kill our desires we stink like any corpse.”
“We cannot justify treating any sentient nonhuman as our property, as a resource, as a thing that we an use and kill for our purposes.”
“We don't like to kill our unborn; we need them to grow up and fight our wars.”