What freedom men and women could have, were they not constantly tricked and trapped and enslaved and tortured by their sexuality! The only drawback in that freedom is that without it one would not be a human. One would be a monster.
This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.
War makes monsters of us all.
This inhuman place makes human monsters.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
The sleep of reason breeds monsters.[Goya]
No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.
Monsters exist because they are part of the divine plan, and in the horrible features of those same monsters the power of the Creator is revealed.
In life, the monsters win.
Better to die a man than live as a monster.