I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground.

I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.

Even when we know things, sometimes it takes words to make them concrete.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

. . .and the thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.

The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.