There are men who bloom in chaos. You call them heroes or villains, depending on which side wins the war, but until the battle call they are but normal men who long for action, who lust for the opportunity to throw off the routine of their normal lives like a cocoon and come into their own. They sense a destiny larger than themselves, but only when structures collapse around them do these men become warriors.

Power revealed is power sacrificed. The truly powerful exert their influence in ways unseen, unfelt. Some would say that a thing visible is a thing vulnerable.

Genius is the true mystery, and at its edge--the abyss.

You can't explain success in retrospect. The moment you leap into the void, that moment is impossible to negate, after success.

You give yourself to the world for people to either praise or destroy.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness.

Frankfurt, discussing a stuntman: He missed being killed in that shot be literally half an inch.