This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

We think we’re in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past.

He was in his chair in the corner, resting a second before he came out for the next round -- in a long line of next rounds. The thing he was fighting, you couldn't whip it for good. All you could do was keep on whipping it, till you couldn't come out anymore and somebody else had to take your place.

Now, you’re either on the bus or you’re off the bus.

The man who seeks revenge digs two graves.

All that five thousand kids lived in those five thousand houses, owned by guys that got off the train. The houses looked so much alike that, time and time again, the kids went home by mistake to different houses and different families. Nobody ever noticed.