We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.

I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

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

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.