Mentions (3)
"The true name will be unfathomable to our ears. Spoken only by hooded figures dancing before an owl statue, goblets pressed to lips, crimson liquid staining faces, a carving of moloch looms, a whispered word passes between them."
"Why have kids just so you can watch them be fed into the maw of a technological Moloch? I truly find it hard to imagine something worse, spiritually."
"Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks! Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!"