It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.

I don't just randomly kill people... I kill people when it's funny.

Richard wrote a mental diary in his head. Dear Diary, he began. On Friday I had a job, a fiance, a home, and a life that made sense. (Well, as much as an life makes sense). Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement and I tried to be Good Samaritan. Now I've got no fiance, no home, no job, and I'm walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruit fly.

Black as night, sweet as sin.