The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

Come, sleep and death; you promise nothing, you hold everything.

Every time you summon me it reminds me of a basic fact, the fact that you've stolen everything from me, even my identity!

The thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

If you look back far enough, everything is stolen and every country invaded.

What happened to you? You're nothing but appetite.

You are the sum total of everything you've seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot- it's all right there.

Must not all things at last be swallowed up in Death?

When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.

When the state does everything for you, it will soon take everything from you.

Death swallows death.

Junk takes everything and gives nothing but insurance against junk sickness.

I have been a swallower of lives; and to know me, just the one of me, you'll have to swallow the lot as well.

If you don't take risks, you're already dead.