In a small section of the garden a tiny weed spoke to the blooms that grew there. 'Why,' he asked, 'does the gardener seek to kill me? Do I not have a right to life? Are my leavs not green, as yours are? Is it too much to ask that I be allowed to grow and see the sun?' The blooms ponderd on this, and decided to ask the gardener to spare the weed. He did so. Day by day the weed grew, stroner and taller, its leavs covering the plant. One by one the flowers died until only a rose was left. The rose asked the enormous weed. 'Why, do you seek to kill me? Do I not have a right to life? Are my leavs not green, as yours are? Is it too much to ask that I be allowed to grow and see the sun?'
'Yes, it is too much to ask.' said the weed.
eller:
'Your twisting it just a mite. Your talking about the villian meeting his punishment at the scene of the crime. I don't that is too bad;it lets folk see that justice is done.'
'What about forgivness, Jake? did not Christ talk about that too?'
'Well, you can forgive a man - and still hung him.'
eller:
In nature the weak perish, the strong survive. So then, if we protect the weak they will flourish, growing like weeds whitin society, needing more and more protection, until finally the weak so outnumber the strong that - in democracy - they rule, and make laws encouraging even more weakness. That society will sicken and die, slowly falling apart as it sows the seeds of its own destruction.
eller varför inte:
Yhe greates folly is to belive evil can be overcome by reason. Evil is like gravity, a force that is beyond argument.
Några korta citat frånen bok jag läste nyligen som fuck mina råstiga tankehjul att rulla. Hur mycket av det där är författarens egan åsikter och vad är till bara för att vara lite dramatisk? Och ligger det en uns saning i någon av dem (såsom det säges att det gör i alla lögner).