Words are easy to say, but emotions betray the best intentions.

A man may publish anything which twelve of his countrymen think not blamable.

My demon ate them. (Nick) What happened to the jocks? (Acheron) Riiiight. And I suppose the Big Bad Wolf will be coming in right behind you to finish up? Or is it the Gingerbread Man I need to fear? (Nick)

How did you get me here? (Tory) I have my evil Jedi ways. The Force is strong with this one. (Acheron)

You know, there are just some things you never expect to face even on this job. A flying primate that shoots fire out its nose is one of them.

Intentions don't matter. It's the end result we're all judged by. Evil in the name of good is still evil. And when you dance with the devil, you seldom get to pick the tune.

It's the lack of humanity in the human psyche that haunts me. The hypocrisy. How people as a group can take something like tolerance and contort it into a new form of intolerance and conformity. The way humanity can justify any kind of evil.