His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

Hope, however, isn't all that's needed to achieve change. Hope is a hand extended, but two hands are required to be pulled out of this deep hole. The second hand was faith.

I am basically a pretty good autodidact. I can teach myself things.

We may lack riches, but the greatest fortune is what lies in our hearts.

Evil is no faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile. Evil walks among us, wearing a mask which looks like all our faces.

I'm either a mutant or a cripple, and I refuse to be a cripple. People pity cripples, but they're afraid of mutants [...] Fear implies respect.

Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.