Your average game show host on TV, for instance, doesn't believe himself to be banal. He actually thinks that he's quite interesting. And if you look… - Clive Barker

“Are you coming?” he said.
“In a moment.”
“It’s now or never.”
Maybe it would be never, then. She was so transfixed by the formidable power being unleashed in front of her, she couldn’t avert her astonished gaze. It fascinated her that strength of this magnitude should be turned to the sordid business of atrocity; something was wrong with a reality that made that possible, and offered no cure for it, nor hope of cure.

If we have nothing to do but service our own pleasure – because society has taught us that's all we're worth and we're exiled from positions of authority from which we could actually shape society – then we just become hedonists. Eventually, despite how great it may look on Saturday night, come Monday morning there's just purposelessness.

And us?" said the Hag. "What happens to us then? Will we be free?
That's what we agreed."
"We can go into extinction?"
"If that's what you want."
"More than anything," said the Hag. "More than anything."
"There are worse things than existence," said Immacolata.
"Oh?" the Hag replied. "Can you name one?"
Immacolata thought for a short while.
"No," she conceded, with a soft sigh of distress. "You may be right, sister.