You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!

Did I leave the gas on? No! No, I'm a fuckin' squirrel!

I think we're being played for a bunch of suckers, ... chumps.

There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.