Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.

We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

It's a long way back to Eden, Sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff.

As a species we're fundamentally insane.

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

Just the act of cooking made her feel better, because cooking was life.