The world was full of locked doors, and he had to get his hand on every key.

People above you, they never want to share power with you. Why you look to them? They give you nothing. People below you, you give them hope, you give them respect, they give you power, cause they don't think they have any, so they don't mind giving it up.

Human: That's stupid. Isn't there grass on both sides?

God, our genes, our environment, or some stupid programmer keying in code at an ancient terminal - there's no way free will can ever exist if we as individuals are the result of some external cause.

Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.

No book, however good, can survive a hostile reading.

I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.