Isn't it beautiful here? Idyllic, damn it. A feast for the eyes!

Lille does nae let us harm anything. Any creature.''Of course,' Dandelion butted in, 'country prophetesses grow from the same tree as druids. And a druid will go so far as to wish the gadfly sucking his blood to enjoy its meal.

We are the children of Mother Nature. And though we do not respect our mother, though we often worry her and cause her pain, though we break her heart, she loves us.

The place of every creature from the forests and swamps that becomes extinct is occupied by something else, some new mutation, adapted to the artificial environment created by people.

Statt so zu leben, wie es die Natur uns heißt, haben wir begonnen, diese Natur zu vernichten.