It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender.

If he turned his back on humanity now, it would be forever.

Power always impresses the young and foolish.

There are a lot of black-hearted, mean-spirited bastards in the world. It's important that we hold them to acount. But always remember that you might be the most black-hearted and mean-spirited in the lot, so hold yourself the most accountable of all.

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.

Even in death may you triumphant