For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down ― the evolution of this world which has died but which has not been buried.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
И все по-ясно виждам, че нашият свят ще загине от алчността си.
No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. - Through the Gates of the Silver Key
Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter.
...every human being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures.
How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.
...but in the next moment I cursed myself for being so great a fool as to dream of hope at all.
The future is uncertain but the end is always near.
Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.
Being an environmentalist isn't all about doom and gloom.
Instead of taking environmentalism away from the left, conservatives condemn it as a counsel of doom.
So, if anatomy is destiny then testosterone is doom.