When I think about being out of the business, it scares me.

There’s been a problem, a problem eating away at me from the inside out. I’ve become weak, I’ve shown human compassion, and it has weakened me. But no more. Tonight I will once again feast on fear and suffering. My appetite for agony will be awakened. I will once again taste the pain of others. I will feast on the fear of the innocent, and that is the sweetest taste of all. Tonight I hunger for a sacrifice.

He's a freak. Just like me. Just like all those Kane-a-nites out there! And you know what, Freaks are cool!

You don't need religion to have morals. If you can't decide right from wrong then you lack empathy, not religion.

Oh, I'm ready. Are you ready? It doesn't matter if you're ready!!!

I breath wrestling. It's in my blood. I have kind of a confidence when I walk.

I don't think that's the only thing he did in those pants.