Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

Life’s all about the revolution, isn’t it? The one inside, I mean. You can’t change history. You can’t change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.

I played a role. That is what actors do. But I played it too well. I went too far. And by the time I wanted to stop, to take a bow and leave the stage, it was too late.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

Only the hopeless love God.