Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

To some degree Satanism is purely a kind of disease of Christianity. You've got to really be Christian to believe in Satan.

I'm not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it's true, but I do have a sense of humor.

...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?

The superman exists and he's American.

Never despair. Never surrender.