My brain is unlike that of any mortal! It consists of witchcraft, spells, and ideas for pastries that the world has yet to see!
Those who believe in their truth — the only ones whose imprint is retained by the memory of men — leave the earth behind them strewn with corpses. Religions number in their ledgers more murders than the bloodiest tyrannies account for, and those whom humanity has called divine far surpass the most conscientious murderers in their thirst for slaughter.
I'll pull you out of that one-bunk Hilton and cast you down with the Sodomites. You'll think you've been fucked by a train.