An unquestioned creed is a noose about the throat of Reason. - Michael Moorcock

Is that what you are? An android?"
"You could find out if you made love to me."
Faustaff smiled and shook his head. "Sweetheart, you're just not my type."
"I thought any young woman was your type, doctor."
"So did I till I met you.

Violent men believe only in such concepts as 'weakness' and 'cowardice'. They are so deeply cynical , so rooted in their own insane beliefs, that they cannot even begin to grasp the concept of 'pacifism'.

And then the full injustice of his fate struck him. Arioch bore no malice towards the Vadhagh. He cared for them no more or less than he cared for the Mabden parasites feeding off his body. He was merely wiping his palette clean of old colours as a painter will before he begins a fresh canvas. All the agony and the misery he and his had suffered was on behalf of the whim of a careless god who only occasionally turned his attention to the world that he had been given to rule.