life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.

Never trust a man in a jumpsuit