I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?

If you make something your life's work, make sure it's something you can feel proud of when you're an old relic like me.

The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.

The size of your body is just right. The only question is whether you're big enough inside.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

He has guided my hands in ways I don't always understand, ways that people of this world would scoff at. But there is a purpose for all that I have ever made, even if I don't understand for certain what that purpose is.

If bringing down the wall would require you to fly, you must believe you can fly. Otherwise, when the decisive moment comes, you will surely discover you ahve no wings.