The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy, generous, and good.

Maybe next time, but probably not.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.