Those who had been in on the night started telling about it with a kind of quiet pride and wonder, the way people tell about seeing a big hotel fire or a dam bursting — very solemn and respectful because the casualties aren’t even counted yet — but the longer the telling went on, the less solemn the fellows got.

Jou redding en jou ondergang is een dieselfde ding.

Nothing is more frightening then a fear you cannot name.

After all, your head only had so much room in it. No surprise if it overflowed once in a while with little bits of sparkle and electrical fizz.

I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.

The thing is, when you`re dependent on others, they hold a part of your happiness in their hands. They can nurture it or crush it at any moment. Your fate doesn`t belong to you.

...the first sign of civilization is always trash.

..People don’t know how to be happy; they wouldn’t know what to do with their lives if they woke up one morning and discovered they had everything they ever dreamt of.

Everyone had their own theory about everything, and they believed that their truth was the only one that mattered. They spent days, nights, weeks, and years talking, never accepting the fact that, good or bad, an idea only exists when someone tries to put into practice.

A masterpiece is a piece that masters things.