“If nothing is sacred, then we are all left to crawl through the mud, and there is no meaning to anything.”

“Anything that we can destroy but are unable to make is, in a sense sacred, and all our 'explanations' of it do not really explain anything.”

“And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose.”

“Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.”

“You are so afraid of losing your moral sense that you are not willing to take it through anything more dangerous than a mud-puddle. ”

“Was all that we called culture, spirit, soul, all that we called beautiful and sacred, nothing but a ghost long dead, which only a few fools like us took for true and living? Had it perhaps indeed never been true and living? Had all that we poor fools bothered our heads about never been anything but a phantom?”