My throat hurt. I couldn't breathe. I heard someone screaming. I realized, because my throat hurt so much, that I was the one who was screaming.
You told me that you might find a reason to live, if you lived in a world of \Nviolence and bloodshed. <...> You won't find it. You must know that already. Whether you're on the side who kills people, or the side who saves people, nothing beyond what you would expect will appear. Nothing in this world can fill that lonely hole you have. You will wander the darkness for eternity. <...> Be on the side that saves people. If both sides are the same, become a good man. Save the weak, and protect the orphans. Neither good nor evil means much to you, I know... but that'd make you at least a little bit better.
You might as well side with the people who save others. That's at least a little more beautiful.
You're right that people are all sinful and foolish. But isn't that what's so great?
People live to save themselves, yeah... That's right...
Would you strangle me with these fragile, delicate fingers?
The last book was wonderful, but, nevertheless, there was an imperfection — several pages were torn out. Right in front of the torn pages was the following line: "People live to save themselves. You will understand that at the moment of your death."