The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.