The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world’s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there’s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you’ve nothing better to do.

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.

There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.

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

Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.