I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.

When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.

Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.

Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.