“What ticks in the clock, beats here with strong strokes of the hammer. It is Bloodless, who drank life from human thought and thereby got limbs of metals, stone and wood; it is Bloodless, who by human thought gained strength, which man himself does not physically possess. Bloodless reigns in Motala, and through the large foundries and factories he extends his hard limbs, whose joints and parts consist of wheel within wheel, chains, bars, and thick iron wires.”

“It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.”

“I lie here sleeping, and these people are the fragments of my bloodless dreaming.”

“We mustn't be afraid of inventing anything...Everething there is in us exists in nature. After all, we're part of nature. If it resembles nature, that's fine. If it doesn't, what of it? When man wanted to invent something as useful as the human foot, he invented the wheel, which he used to transport himself and his burdens. The fact that the wheel doesn't have the slightest resemblance to the human foot is hardly a criticism of it.”

“Books are good enough in their own way but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life.”

“Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.”