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“Killing or eating animals is an act of beasts. Stirs within the devil. Sorry. It spurs evil. Thus is truth - at least the metaphysical.”

“Killing, raping and looting have been common practices in religious societies, and often carried out with clerical sanction. The catalogue of notorious barbarities – wars and massacres, acts of terrorism, the Inquisition, the Crusades, the chopping off of thieves’ hands, the slicing off of clitorises and labia majora, the use of gang rape as punishment, and manifold other savageries committed in the name of one faith or another — attests to religion’s longstanding propensity to induce barbarity, or at the very least to give it free rein. The Bible and the Quran have served to justify these atrocities and more, with women and gay people suffering disproportionately. There is a reason the Middle Ages in Europe were long referred to as the Dark Ages; the millennium of theocratic rule that ended only with the Renaissance (that is, with Europe’s turn away from God toward humankind) was a violent time. Morality arises out of our innate desire for safety, stability and order, without which no society can function; basic moral precepts (that murder and theft are wrong, for example) antedated religion. Those who abstain from crime solely because they fear divine wrath, and not because they recognize the difference between right and wrong, are not to be lauded, much less trusted. Just which practices are moral at a given time must be a matter of rational debate. The 'master-slave' ethos – obligatory obeisance to a deity — pervading the revealed religions is inimical to such debate. We need to chart our moral course as equals, or there can be no justice.”

“Killing somebody is not so strange here. Whether it is with poison, drugs or a gunshot, every person you meet is a potential murderer or an accomplice. I’m no different. I’ve worked for them for years. I had a goal and threw away any morale to get what I wanted. This world is cruel, Drew. I’d like to believe it's just and fair, and the bad guys are the exception, but it's only a petty lie. People won't be good to you just because you're good to them. And if you want something, you have to be ready to give up something else. You have to be determined. Determined enough to live sacrificing ideals, pity, hope. I understand you cannot accept it. Deep down I’m happy you don't. Because the world you're looking at, despite everything you went through, is still clean. You still believe in justice. You're not like me. My world is dirty. I hate to disappoint you, but the truth is that your Shallie died because of people… like me.”

“Killings animals and the naga had been one thing, but killing any others... I took several deep breaths, bracing myself. It was the same as hunting. Only this time the animals were faeries. Faeries who could torture me endlessly- torture me until I begged for death. Torture me the way they tormented the Summer Court faerie whose wings had been ripped off.”

“Killoran strolled into the darkness, paused before her locked door, and casually considered his alternatives. He could knock. He could leave her alone. The sanest course would be to dismiss her from his mind, leave her alone for the night. But he'd never prided himself on his sanity. It was a vastly overrated commodity. And then he kicked the door open, splintering the wood with the force of his blow. He filled the doorway to her bedroom. The broken doorway, Emma amended, staring at him. She kept forgetting how very tall he was. How intimidating. Despite his not being the slightest bit bulky, there was a lean and deadly power to his body, one that disturbed her far more than brute mass. And then, belatedly, she realized how little she was wearing. She'd torn off the ruined black dress and now stood in only her petticoats. The bowl of water on the dresser in front of her was dark with the blood she'd been washing from her skin. The water had soaked through the fine lawn underclothing, molding it to her flesh, and she felt half naked.”

“Kilmartin wrote a highly amusing and illuminating account of his experience as a Proust revisionist, which appeared in the first issue of Ben Sonnenberg's quarterly Grand Street in the autumn of 1981. The essay opened with a kind of encouragement: 'There used to be a story that discerning Frenchmen preferred to read Marcel Proust in English on the grounds that the prose of A la recherche du temps perdu was deeply un-French and heavily influenced by English writers such as Ruskin.' I cling to this even though Kilmartin thought it to be ridiculous Parisian snobbery; I shall never be able to read Proust in French, and one's opportunities for outfacing Gallic self-regard are relatively scarce.”

“Kilometa mbili na ushei kidogo kutoka katika sanamu la Yesu Mtoto liitwalo Niñopa, katika Kanisa la Parokia ya Manispaa ya Xochimilco ('Sochimiliko') la Iglesia de San Bernardino de Siena, Mexico City, kulikuwa na nyumba ndogo ya siri ('safe house') ya Kolonia Santita iliyojengwa bila uzio wa ukuta au seng’enge isipokuwa miti iliyopandwa kuizunguka bila mpangilio wowote. Ndani ya nyumba hiyo Mpelelezi Maarufu Duniani John Murphy alikuwa akiteswa na magaidi kumi na mbili; waliokuwa wakiendelea kushangaa jinsi alivyookoka katika ajali ya ndege iliyoua watu zaidi ya mia tatu huko Uholanzi, na jinsi alivyoweza kuingia katika ofisi ya siri ya Panthera Tigrisi, kitu kilichomchanganya akili Tigrisi na makompade wote wa Kolonia Santita duniani kote. Bila Mtoto wa Rais wa Meksiko Debbie Patrocinio Abrego, na mwanasesere wa nyoka wa Mtoto wa Mwanasheria Mkuu wa Serikali Lisa Madrazo Graciano, John Murphy angeanguka.”

“Kilvin’s face broke into a great white smile. “Good. I would not have wanted to lose you to the other side of the river. Music is a fine thing, but metal lasts.” He struck the table with two huge fingers to emphasize his point. Then he made a shooing motion with the hand that held his unfinished lamp. “Go. Do not be late for work or I will keep you polishing bottles and grinding ore for another term.” As I left, I thought about what Kilvin had said. It was the first thing he had said to me that I did not agree with wholeheartedly. Metal rusts, I thought, music lasts forever. Time will eventually prove one of us right.”

“Kim bilir belki de… Şeytan, Tanrı’nın bilinçaltından başka bir şey değildir. ... Kutsal kitaplar sanattan ve sanatçılardan en az söz eden kitaplardır… ... Bütün hibeler, bağışlar, sadakalar ve teberrular hayırsever işadamlarının yoksulluk sayesinde yaptıkları varlıklarının yoksullara dağıttıkları yüzdeleridir. ... Bugün herkes tüketmeye çalıştığı nesnelerin üretiminde çalışarak tüketilen birer nesnedir. Hem üretici hem de tüketici olarak iki ucundan yakılmış bir mumdur. ... “Gerçekten çok şanslıyım, çünkü mutsuzluğumu bedavaya getiriyorum.” derdi bir berduş. “Kimileri her gün on iki saat çalışarak ve kucak dolusu para harcayarak bu hale geliyorlar. Evet ben de herkes kadar keyifsiz ve yalnızım. Ama bunun için ne sabah dokuz akşam beş çalışıyorum ne de üstüne para veriyorum.” ... Dünyanın kanseri işadamlarıdır. Çünkü ancak kanser hücreleri beslendikleri organizmayı harap ederek çoğalırlar. Büyümek için büyü. Çoğalmak için çoğal. İlerlemek için ilerle. Kalkınmak için kalkın. Kapitalizmin ve kanserin ideolojileri birbirlerinin tıpatıp aynısıdır. ... Çalışmaktan bir hak gibi bahsedilmesi ve bunun anayasalara girmesi ne garip! Çalışmak ne bir hak, ne de bir ödevdir. Kötü bir kaderdir sadece… Sakat veya göle doğmak gibi. ... Aylaklık; düşünmek, duymak ve yaşamak için bağdaş kurmaktır. Çalışmak ise bir gün bağdaş kurabilmek için boşu boşuna koşuşturmaktır. ... Bir işadamının onca emekle çalışarak, çalıştırarak ve koşuşturarak yarattığına bakın; bacası tüten bir fabrika. Bir de sanatçıların yarattıklarına bakın; Mayıs ayında Floransa. ... “Küçük, bedensel ve geçici hazları küçümseyrek ruhsal, büyük ve ilahi hazları arayan keşişlere, dervişlere, Hint’ten ve Rum’dan gelen ermişlere, sufilere, bilgelere sakın kanmayın.” diye fısıldadı Şeytan. “Hazzı hep göklerde arayanlar yeryüzünde bulamayan kabızlardır. Bu arif, aşık ve cümle evliya takımı işte böyledir; kendi kabızlık ve kasvetlerine gizemli mazeretler ararlar aslında.” ... Cennetten kovulduğumuzda Tanrılar bize hem hatıra hem de yolluk olsun diyerek sadece üç şey verdiler. Biri haz, diğeri neşe, öbürü de dans. Gerisini; ayrılığı ve hastalığı, acıyı ve keder, can sıkıntısını ve her biri birbirinden boş ümitleri hep burada bulduk. İşte bu yüzden en doğru felsefelerin temeli neşe, sevnç, coşku ve hevestir. Kahkahalar ise yapıtaşları. ... Düş kırıklıklarımızın yegane sebebi, çabanın hissesini daha yüksek sanmamızdır. ... Kendimi bilmek ruhumu sıkıyor. Kendini bilenler de canımı. ... Ne yapmak ve ne olmak istediklerini çok iyi bilen insanlara ise acıyorum. Hiç mi hayal güçleri yok? ... Yunanca’daki mutluluk (eudaimonia) sözünün içinde Şeytan (daimon) gizlidir. Bu bir tesadüf mü, yoksa bu olağanüstü adamların bilgeliklerinin yeni bir zirvesi mi? Eski Yunanlılar için Şeytan, bize doğru yolu gösteren iç sesimize verdiğimiz isimdir. Bu demektir ki, Yunanca mutlu olmak istiyorsanız Şeytan’ı işin içine karıştırmalısınız. ... İnsan doğar, yaşar ve ölür. Doğru da belki o sırayla değil. ... Kadın terk edildiği ve aldatıldığı zamanlarda, bir de boşanırken hiç tereddüt etmez; kararlı, şuurlu ve son derece akıllı bir biçimde bütün umumi strateji ve nokta hücumu taktikleriyle delirir. ... Feminizm; erkeklerin egemenliğindeki bir pazarda kadının kadınlığını değil işgücünü, aklını ve zamanını satmaya çalışmasıdır. Üretime, tüketime ve çalışmaya tapan bir toplumda kadının cinsiyetini bir mal olmaktan çıkartıp, bütün varoluşunu bir mal haline getirme gayretidir. Eğer bu özgürlük olsaydı, bütün erkekler ezelden beri özgürdüler. ... -Kadın 20. yüzyılda özgürlüğüne kavuştu. -Yok yahu! Peki sonra ne oldu? -Hiç. İş kölesi oldu. ... Aforizma edebiyatın salçasıdır. Sadece aforizma yersen kusarsın.”

“Kim Dokja and Uriel No, wait a minute. Uriel. I…" I sat down next to Uriel and the other members sat behind me in turn. Raphael sat in front of me and stared at me in a dumbfounded manner. [Aren't you a demon king?] "Well, that…" Either way, Uriel sitting on my left was happy. [Okay, okay.] I felt something strange and turned to the right, only to see an unexpected person. "What? You're here as well?" When did he come here? Yoo Joonghyuk sat there with a peculiar and terrifying killing intent. Next to him was Metatron, who was looking at me with an unknown expression. Based on the seating, Yoo Joonghyuk had been brought here by Metatron. Why did I have an ominous feeling? Metatron waved to me before shaking his head at Uriel. [Uriel, I understand your heart but the Demon King of Salvation is a demon king.] [How is he a demon king, Scribe?] [He is a demon king from his modifier. Send him back.] [I don't want to.] pg 3871”

“Kim Dokja x Hansooyoung PART 1 [I shall kill you, Yoo Joonghyuk.] ~ Kim Dokja pg 4110 46. ⸢(Looks like you still don't know how it works. The heroine loses her consciousness, her hand falling away. And the male hero awakens! You see, in all the movies I've seen so far…) pg 4112 47. These idiots, I even died so that you two could talk to each other, but this…' She figured that she really needed to give these two men a harsh earful when she arrived there. But, when she pushed past the bushes and stepped forward, the ensuing spectacle freaked her out in a rather grand manner. Kwa-aaang!! Bang!!! Yoo Joonghyuk was mercilessly slamming his sword down on Kim Dokja, currently sprawled out on the ground. "Hey!! You crazy son of a bitch!!" pg 4125 48. There were plenty of things she wanted to ask, but she chose not to. Instead, she poked Kim Dokja's cheek and spoke up. "Still, this guy looks like he got completely fooled, doesn't he." "Looks that way." "How did it go?" "He went crazy and attacked me." Han Sooyoung smirked and lightly pinched Kim Dokja's cheek as if she was proud of him. pg 4127 49. the events of her dying at Yoo Joonghyuk's sword, me fighting against him, and then, passing out from his attack, and finally, sharing a conversation with Yoo Sangah inside the Library… Han Sooyoung approached the bed before I noticed it and pinched my cheek. "In any case, Kim Dokja. You can be really adorable sometimes." pg 4144 50. The moment Han Sooyoung's fist bumped into mine, she was completely enveloped in bright light. As I watched her figure disappear, I became aware once more that she had become my companion for real. pg 4165 51. ⸢And…⸥ My heart began powerfully pounding away. ⸢The woman that I used to love.⸥ pg 4189 52. Her emotionless eyes; the beauty spot just below one of them; and her lips that always mocked me for fun, now arching up in a smooth line. "Proceed with the execution pg 4191 53. "But, should you be doing something like that? She's originally your bride, isn't she?" "Correction. She was supposed to be one. The throne was usurped on the first day of the wedding, however." Oh, I see. So, it's that sort of development? I felt just a bit relieved now. Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk as a couple? hadn't allowed any dating at the workplace yet, so hell no. pg 4202 54. ⸢By the time you're reading this book, I…⸥ I steeled my heart and read the next line of the text. ⸢…I'd still be living a pretty good life, I guess. Hahah, were you scared?⸥ This idiot… pg 4212 55. The following words were eerily similar to a certain body of text that I was familiar with. ⸢The you reading this story will definitely make it out of here alive.⸥ Han Sooyoung's afterwords came to an end there. For the longest time, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the full-stop at the end of the sentencepg4216 56. "Looks like the company's internal rules need to be changed somewhat…" pg 4234 57. She spoke in a fed-up tone of voice. And then, issued an order to me. "Marry me, Ricardo Von Kaizenix." pg 4244 58. "I didn't want to extend her 50 years by even one minute if I could help it." I was being serious here. The moment I arrived in this world and realized that Han Sooyoung had to spend 50 years here, I just couldn't escape from this one overwhelming emotion. Someone was sacrificed again because of me. Han Sooyoung who had to endure the time frame of 50 years – could she still maintain a normal, functioning mind? Was she able to maintain the ego of the Han Sooyoung that I know of?pg4254 59. Her palm smacked me in the back of the head again. God damn it, this punk… "The third method, 'Romance'." "And its contents are?" "Marry Yuri di Aristel." "And just what did you choose?" "The third method?" "And are we currently married?" "Nope." "And why the hell not?!" pg 4256”