“What casual monsters we are. What calamities we are capable of.”
“Though we longed not to be lonely, we also feared the pain it would take us to be brought out of our lonely states. And after that fear, could we be guaranteed that we would never be returned to a state of loneliness again? We could not.”
"I am writing this account, in another man's book, by candlelight, inside the belly of a fish. I have been eaten."