Stuffed or not, it's breathing

"I’m overflowing with soul. I have enough to share."

"I will invent a purpose for everyone who lives here. I will perform the ultimate miracle. We will prevail over death itself."

"A focus can be held by an object of any size: a polyhedron, a room, a nut."

"You can't be everywhere. You can't save everyone."

"Murky the orphan says that safety pins are like people: open or closed, they always have a pointy end."

"The actor must understand how to work death. I'm not making this one for the audience, but for the actors themselves. Their world is the stage. Their worldview. Hence the… unusual methods. Unusual and rough. It's the theatre of cruelty."

"Perhaps he is partially responsible. Perhaps he did corrupt them with his talk of how any law is but chains that one must break in order to become free and truly human… But he never wanted bloodshed. Keep that in mind."

"That is Bos Turokh. A creature of steppe legends from which the world was created. What was he trying to achieve here? Stupid. Life can never prevent death."

Who knows, perhaps the town can also feel love?

Look, she’s still here - devouring my designs, licking them away line by line!

I am not your foe. I love you. Do not push me away.

Life stands only as a struggle. I am not death. I am life.

It hurts men to outgrow their swaddling-cloth. It aches to shed old hides. When it runs at the seams, it aches. If you are too weak to bear it, you die.

Is cleaving a selfsame body in twain not kindly? An open wound is a window into the world. A shout is an arm reaching out from a gaping mouth. Tearing a healthy body to shreds with illness is like breaking a nutshell.

I am the warm bloodway binding you to other folk. I am the taut string of hatred betwixt you. I am the bond.

You strive to cure the Earth of it- it strives to cure the Earth of you. You come up with new weapons against it all the time, so don't be surprised when it does its best to evade your strikes. It is a spawn of Suok. It is like water.

It aches to be born. It aches to grow. It aches to choose. There is no ache in death. Shall I kill you?