Being old enough to know better but still too young to resist mostly sucks.

A tale is told of twin boys born to different mothers. One is dark by nature, the other light. One is rich, the other poor. One is harsh, the other gentle. One is forever youthful, the other old before his time. One is mortal. They share no bond of blood or sympathy, but they are twins nonetheless. They each live without ever knowing that they are brothers. They each die fighting the blind god.

Can't trust a fascist--truth is always your first sacrifice to the welfare of the state

Life is more a matter of choosing than knowing. He could never know the eventual destination of his path, but he could always choose in which direction to take each step.

I am not the same man you found that day! The monster you've created has returned, to kill you!

At the heart of its strength is a weakness: a lone candle can hold it back. Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.

Only human, after all.