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

Ther is no tool that is not also a weapon; and no human that would wield it as one.

I wanna ride you until you see stars.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown.

I've taken more pleasant shits than you, Mizora.

Ancient Reptilian Brain: There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it - no largher than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore.
Ever.
Never ever.

Player: Never ever ever?

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

Mirror: A mirror hangs above a bent and broken sink. In a fierce discharge of masculine energy, someone has ripped half of the faucet off.

Conceptualization: Was this not the same elan that founds empires and lays waste to cities, virile, uncaring towards the little things?

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.

If ther ever was such a thing as an ugly kid, then this is it. He's almost exquisite in his ugliness. Like a gremlin.

Dom: Did you hear that? What the hell’s that sound?
Marcus: It’s just the wind.
Dom: Yeah, right. When was the last time the wind said 'hostiles' to you?

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

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

Player: Looks like drinking hasn't turned out too well for me.
Electrochemistry: MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T TURNED OUT WELL FOR YOUR DRINKING?!

I will cease to exist as I am now... Only to be reborn as a 'God' to rule over every soul.