Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

I didn't show up here to give your life purpose now that your life's over. That's up to you to figure out.

That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

Could there be irony crueler than this? How, upon his rescue, the truth had brought him here, to a house for the mad, for only a madman believes what every child knows to be true: There are monsters that lie in wait under our beds.

To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.

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

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!