From chapter "Deathwatch"
What makes us think that others, too, do not mourn their losses, that rivers do not mourn their beloved salmon, their beloved sturgeon, indeed their own beloved freedom? How narcissistic—how psychopathic, how evil, how infected with the spirit of a life-hating God—must one be to not recognize the sorrow of all those humans and nonhumans who lose their loved ones, their freedom, their homes, their ways of life, to this culture?