You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

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.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.