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.

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

Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.

I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me