Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall become like wool.
"God has been dead for a long time. My dear Fedya, look: violent delights have violent ends."
"Since God is dead, Sister, then anyone can be God."
What a pity that we are all too greedy.
Part of the blurb quotes the Book of Isaiah and Shakespeare.
Theme: Have we ever known a night in the chill of autumn?
