You are evil like all existence. ... If power were mine I would crush the universe to bloody gravel and stamp into the ultimate muck!
What exists is real; therefore it is tragic, since whatever lives must die. Only fantasy, the vapors rising from sheer nonsense, can now excite my laughter.
We hold that gain after toil, triumph after adversity, achievement to a goal long-sought, is a greater beneficence than prebendary nutrient from the teat of an indulgent government.
My clever baton holds your unnatural sorcery in abeyance.
How I hate you, he said softly. If hate were stone I could build a tower into the clouds.