His Name was Death Quotes

“The jungle, the terrible, devastating, impulsive jungle, is like man's life. For years, it patiently nurses the majesty of its trees, and alongside that majesty, the very source of its own destruction. And so comes the day on which all that majesty falls back down to the earth and returns to dust and ash—and not by chance, but from that very devastating seed of destruction, that majesty created by the jungle itself. So is man, so was I, like the jungle: I destroyed my majesty; I, with the very hands with which I am writing these words, cast my monumental dreams to the ground.”
― Rafael Bernal, His Name was Death

“But my spirit was seeking an ever deeper solitude, and every time I suffered contact with civilization was unbearable torture. With each word they spoke to me, the past welled up again, filling my soul with a silent anxiety that clutched at my throat; and I longed to hurt, to kill, to inflict irreparable damage. But the absurd necessity of making a living forced me to deal with people, and now, as I remember those dealings, I loathe them more than ever. Whenever I made a little money, I did anything possible to forget, and I would drink to the point of falling facedown in the street, where nobody was compassionate enough to help me back to my feet. In the eyes of the world, I was a despicable boozehound, the object of brain-dead laughter, but I considered myself more the victim than the offender - if I was a drunk, it was the world's fault.”
― Rafael Bernal, His Name was Death