He only wishes there were something that would heal the scars in his mind, which he can still feel. He sees his mind now as an archipelago of islands that he labors to build bridges between - and while he's had great success engineering the most spectacular of bridges, he suspects there are some islands that he'll never reach.

Sometimes we make our alliances not by the shape and color of our flesh but by the convictions of our heart.

Wars are often waged not because of what we believe, but because of the things we want others to believe.

(Why did they call them sneakers if it was so hard to sneak in them?)

You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

One cannot let the events of one's past murder one's future.