The only kids that attended my birthday parties any more were Goth ones, wondering if the celebration of my spawning would kill again.

I realized how much it must suck to be a parent. You devote everything to your kids, who just end up growing up and disliking you. I felt bad for them briefly, but at least they had each other. In that moment I decided I wouldn't have kids. I don't think I could handle the level of betrayal I'd feel once I realized they weren't interested in me anymore.

Remember the more you are growing, the more your death age is approaching.

It's my birthday. I'm officially old. [Carrie on her 35th Birthday]

You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you