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.
War makes monsters of us all.
The world seems full of good men – even if there are monsters in it.
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.
