Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.

It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.

Now then, what do we know? One, that Professor Fassbinder and his daughter have been kidnapped. Two, that someone has kidnapped them. Three, that my hand is on fire.

Is there anybody hiding there in the dark?

I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen.

There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.

You have to live before you die, or you'll die before you live.