“ But the sound of despair is never pleasant, it sounds suspiciously like lying. ”
An indescribable sadness emanated from the white splendour of the staircase and balustrade; the blood-red, now almost black splendour of the carpets. The huge palms in their huge pots looked like they had recently arrived from the cemetery. Their dark green leaves also looked blackish, like wizened, perished weapons from olden days.
~ Joseph Roth
They talk about prohibition in America. What can one do in a country such as that? 'What does one do in America when one is sad - without alcohol?' asks Zwonimir.
Anyone called upon to view misery will view criminality differently. All state officials should be required to spend a month serving in a homeless shelter to learn love.
I might be capable of making figures that have heart, conscience, passion, emotion and decency. But there's no call for that at all in the world. People are only interested in monsters and freaks, so I give them their monsters. Monsters are what they want!
