I Have A Lot Of Money.

You're Doomed At Being You.

You’ve Thrown Down The Gauntlet. You’ve Brought My Wrath Down Upon Your House. Now, To Prove That I Exist I Must Kill You. As The Child Outlives The Father, So Must The Character Bury The Author. If You Are, In Fact, My Continuing Author, Then Killing You Will End My Existence As Well. Small Loss. Such A Life, As Your Puppet, Is Not Worth Living. But… If I Destroy You And Your Dreck Script, And I Still Exist… Then My Existence Will Be Glorious, For I Will Become My Own Master.

It's Easy To Attack And Destroy An Act Of Creation. It's A Lot More Difficult To Perform One.

The World Will Always Punish The Few People With Special Talents The Rest Of Us Don’t Recognize As Real.

The Only Way To Find True Happiness Is To Risk Being Completely Cut Open.