I fall down on the side of free will, simply because if you look at where I came from, and what I was able to do in my life, what was able to happen.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

I don't find slashing and blood flying everywhere to be scary. I just find it repulsive.

Home is the first refuge from - and last defense against - the disappointments and the terrors of life.

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows.

I think the world is an interesting place and I don't think anybody has the firm and final answer to what it is but I kind of assume there's a purpose.

If one's friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends.