In a vision, I saw a prophet, and he said:
"There is no Heaven, and there is no Hell. There is only the earth, and the bones of the dead within."
I asked, "How then may we find salvation?" and he said, "You must build a new Jerusalem."
Out of the bones of the dead, we built a golden city.
But salvation is not immortality.
In the end, there is only the earth, and to the earth, we all return.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

What are you doing?

Ortega: What the fuck, Trevor?
Trevor: This is the fuck, my soggy friend! You are out of business. The Lost MC are out of business. The guns and crank in this area go through Trevor Philips Enterprise, or they ain't going!

Announcer: Good Morning! You have been in suspension for nine, nine, nine, nine, nine nine...
Wheatley: Hello?
Announcer: This courtesy call is to inform all test subjects to vacate the Enrichment Center.
Wheatley: Are you going to open this door? Because it's fairly urgent.

Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods ordain the tidal fates of mortal days. And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself. Even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will.