Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Memory's so treacherous. One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon on puberty, all that sentimental candyfloss. The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go.. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you'd hoped were forgotten.

The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.

Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.