I just don't want to die without a few scars.

All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.