The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.

If a man's got talent and guts to buck society, he's obviously above average. You want to hold on to him. You straighten him out and turn him into a plus value. Why throw him away? Do that enough and all you've got left are the sheep.

The mind is the reality. You are what you think.

You pigs, you. You rut like pigs, is all. You got the most in you, and you use the least. You hear me, you? Got a million in you and spend pennies. Got a genius in you and think crazies. Got a heart in you and feel empties. All a you. Every you.

Tenser, said the Tensor. Tension, apprehension, and dissension have begun.

The whole point of extravagance is to act like a fool and feel like a fool, but enjoy it.

I've handed life and death back to the people who do the living and the dying.