There Is No Murder. We

The Worm That Destroys You Is The Temptation To Agree With Your Critics, To Get Their Approval.

There Is No Murder. We Make Murder, And It Matters Only To Us.

Ready When You Are, Sergeant Pempbry.

What Do You Look At While You’re Making Up Your Mind? Ours Is Not A Reflective Culture, We Do No Raise Our Eyes Up To The Hills. Most Of The Time We Decide The Critical Things While Looking At The Linoleum Floor Of An Institutional Corridor, Or Whispering Hurriedly In A Waiting Room With A Television Blatting Nonsense.

How Seldom We Recognize The Sound When The Bolt Of Our Fate Slides Home.