There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

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

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

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.

My first favourite book was Are You My Mother? A picture book about a lost bird. After that my favourites changed almost yearly. I loved everything by Roald Dahl, but my favourite was probably Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A librarian gave me a first edition of that book, which I treasure.

The world is a clock winding down.

Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.