Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.

There... Poor little things. You see them? Standing with their numbers on their blank, indifferent faces, Nuremberg in miniature, the ranks of painted wooden men... Poor dominoes. Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers down it goes.

One of the advantages of travelling the world is that you get to know the world broadly. And one of the advantages of staying in one place is that you get to know the world deeply.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.

The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.