“Thisis the language of the world before—a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair—beforethe blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.”

“This is the language of the world before - a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair - before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.”

“Like Chaos, before the world was created”

“As I continued through the streets, through the smoke of the burnings and the rubble of the fires and explosions--for during the chaos of the quarantine parts of the city had become something like war zones--my heart began to perceive that there was a wound in the material world that no amount of science could heal, that in fact science itself was only the helpful lie told to a dying man.”

“In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.”

“This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.”