The point is,” Caine continued, “you and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart.” Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. “Three minutes,” Caine said, moving closer. “You go first. And then me.” “No,” Sam said. “It can’t be.” “It can,” Caine said. “It is. And you are… brother.

Its the fate of all creators: They fall in love with their creations.

It's vital to keep a sense of humour when the world seems to have suddenly become a very strange place.

No, no, no, so not getting the point of fear. Because fear wasn't about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.

In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king. In the darkness the man with a candle is an easy target.

Penny said two words, the second of which was "you." Caine laughed. "I think you meant '---- you, Your Highness.

No, I love watching autopsies of disgusting mutant monsters