I don't like the word rock opera, but I'm trying to write on that level that's reserved for plays still, or novels.

My attitude is that you very rarely come in contact with someone of Master Ren's level, so every opportunity I could get to learn from him I wanted to do that.

When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic that lets you survive your own war, you'll find that that fire is passion and there's a door up ahead - not a wall.

There's only X amount of time. You can do whatever you want with that time. It's your time.

I can't tell the difference between wrong and right, are you laughing at me?

Why don't you swallow razor blades?

Bodily changes take place, like the thing with the kick.