I am so much more than what you made me.

For I am death. And I am not the end - I am a beginning.

Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.