Everybody was a potential assailant; nobody spoke to one another for fear of being misinterpreted; nobody comforted another, put an arm around a shoulder-to do so would be to invite accusation.

I worship impersonal Nature, which is neither &#39;good&#39; or &#39;bad&#39;, and who knows neither love nor hatred.

Look, I know you meant well creating the world and all, but how could you let it get away from you like this? How come you couldn't stick with your original idea of paradise? People's lives were a mess.

Written By Tom Stoppard

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