There was a time this sort of thing used to bother me.
Do enough vivisections and you don’t even hear the screams for mercy, anymore.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
There was a time this sort of thing used to bother me.
Do enough vivisections and you don’t even hear the screams for mercy, anymore.
It’s always been easier to cut flesh, to cleave sinew and separate bone.
Putting them back together requires so much more effort: look what beauty I have made!