I assure you, Constable Morgan, I am quite sane, as I understand the word, perhaps the sanest person in this room, for I suffer from no illusions. I have freed myself, you see, from the pretense that burdens most men. Much like our prey, I do not impose order where there is none; I do not pretend there is any more than what there is, or that you and I are anything more than what we are. That is the essence of their beauty, Morgan, the aboriginal purity of their being, and why I admire them.

What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.