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I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of the land... I look upon it as the climax of all misnomers, the boldest of all frauds, and the grossest of all libels. Never was there a clearer case of 'stealing the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in.' I am filled with unutterable loathing when I contemplate the religious pomp and show, together with the horrible inconsistencies, which every where surround me. We have men-stealers for ministers, women-whippers for missionaries, and cradle-plunderers for church members. The man who wields the blood-clotted cowskin during the week fills the pulpit on Sunday, and claims to be a minister of the meek and lowly Jesus... The slave auctioneer's bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave-trade go hand in hand together. The slave prison and the church stand near each other. The clanking of fetters and the rattling of chains in the prison, and the pious psalm and solemn prayer in the church, may be heard at the same time. The dealers in the bodies of men erect their stand in the presence of the pulpit, and they mutually help each other. The dealer gives his blood-stained gold to support the pulpit, and the pulpit, in return, covers his infernal business with the garb of Christianity. Here we have religion and robbery the allies of each other-devils dressed in angels' robes, and hell presenting the semblance of paradise.

Frederick Douglass
Humanity is its own worst enemy. What chance do any other species have? Survival is the parchment upon which the Law of Nature is inscribed. And what I'll find was always mine. And what I'll say, I've said before. Your kisses taste like blood and wine And leave me spent upon the floor. I have endured torments you cannot yet imagine. I have climbed mountains to attain greatness in body and spirit. I have dug to the depths of the Earth to learn the secrets of Creation. I have flourished on the Blood of my people and the blood of legends. I have slept in the arms of the infernal and walked a path of hopelessness. I dwell in Nothing and Nothing dwells within me. My god is castigation and I am the hand of God. For the more Blood one drinks, the more Blood one must have... Nightmares are the ineluctable lessons of the illuminated psyche. A Vampire's love is like quicksand: it surrounds you and engulfs you but ultimately, it kills you. There is no good, beloved. This is no evil. There is only instinct. Own your darkness. It is the only way to be truly free. Do you know what I find most gratifying about being able to see into the depths of the cosmos? The myriad colours. The multitudinous hues. Humanity can never behold what wonder surrounds them. And you previously human Vampires can only grasp hints of the incredulous kaleidescope that makes up Creation. My Elven eyes can see colours that are beyond your comprehension, so the symphony of the universe is laid bare before my sight. It stirs both elation. and humility. I see a priest of these dread arcana, the mark of Tuthalidon carved and secreted away deep within a heart that exists only to devour. I behold a moon drenched in the blood of martyrs... the Blood of monsters. Blood spilt upon the altars of the Wise. The devastation of oblivion shall encompass all lands and twist all language. In the night shall the lost ones wander, pulling into their fold the immortal and doomed. I see the depth of his endless eyes, searching searching forever searching, seeking out the damned, cleansing Eterah and dressing her in the raiment of abominations.

Tracy Angelina Evans
Oh, mention it! If I storm, you have the art of weeping." "Mr. Rochester, I must leave you." "For how long, Jane? For a few minutes, while you smooth your hair - which is somewhat dishevelled; and bathe your face - which looks feverish?" "I must leave Adele and Thornfield. I must part with you for my whole life: I must begin a new existence among strange faces and strange scenes." "Of course: I told you you should. I pass over the madness about parting from me. You mean you must become a part of me. As to the new existence, it is all right: you shall yet be my wife: I am not married. You shall be Mrs. Rochester - both virtually and nominally. I shall keep only to you so long as you and I live. You shall go to a place I have in the south of France: a whitewashed villa on the shores of the Mediterranean. There you shall live a happy, and guarded, and most innocent life. Never fear that I wish to lure you into error - to make you my mistress. Why did you shake your head? Jane, you must be reasonable, or in truth I shall again become frantic." His voice and hand quivered: his large nostrils dilated; his eye blazed: still I dared to speak. "Sir, your wife is living: that is a fact acknowledged this morning by yourself. If I lived with you as you desire, I should then be your mistress: to say otherwise is sophistical - is false." "Jane, I am not a gentle-tempered man - you forget that: I am not long-enduring; I am not cool and dispassionate. Out of pity to me and yourself, put your finger on my pulse, feel how it throbs, and - beware!" He bared his wrist, and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips, they were growing livid; I was distressed on all hands. To agitate him thus deeply, by a resistance he so abhorred, was cruel: to yield was out of the question. I did what human beings do instinctively when they are driven to utter extremity - looked for aid to one higher than man: the words "God help me!" burst involuntarily from my lips. "I am a fool!" cried Mr. Rochester suddenly. "I keep telling her I am not married, and do not explain to her why. I forget she knows nothing of the character of that woman, or of the circumstances attending my infernal union with her. Oh, I am certain Jane will agree with me in opinion, when she knows all that I know! Just put your hand in mine, Janet - that I may have the evidence of touch as well as sight, to prove you are near me - and I will in a few words show you the real state of the case. Can you listen to me?" "Yes, sir; for hours if you will.

Charlotte Bronte«
Seja como for, as pessoas dedicadas e religie£o ne£o querem reconhecer a realidade que contradiz o seu conto de fadas. Se realmente vivermos num universo sem Deus, elas perdem o emprego. O fluxo de dinheiro estagna. Por outro lado, he¡ pessoas que escolhem viver a sua vida de uma forma completamente egoceªntrica e homicida. Essas sentem que, se nada importa e elas podem fazer o que querem sem sofrer consequeeªncias, ve£o fazeª-lo. Mas tambem podemos ver as coisas de outra maneira: estamos nos e os outros todos, vivos e num barco salva-vidas, e temos de fazer as coisas da maneira mais decente posse­vel para nos e para eles. A mim parece-me que esta seria uma forma de viver muito mais morale "criste£": reconhecermos a terre­vel verdade da existeªncia humana e, perante isso, ainda escolhermos ser humanos decentes em vez de nos iludirmos sobre a existeªncia de uma qualquer recompensa paradise­aca ou um qualquer castigo infernal. Parecia-me uma atitude muito mais nobre. Se he¡ recompensa, castigo ou qualquer tipo de pagamento e agimos bem, ente£o ne£o estamos a fazer por razeµes muito nobres - os chamados prince­pios criste£os. e‰ como os bombistas suicidas que agem alegadamente de acordo com prince­pios religiosos ou nacionais bastante nobres quando, na verdade, as suas fame­lias recebem uma recompensa em dinheiro e congratulam-se com um legado heroico - je¡ para ne£o falar da promessa de virgens para os perpetradores, embora me passe completamente ao lado como e que alguem prefere um grupo de virgens a uma mulher altamente experiente.

Woody Allen
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