Nothing Made Me Happen. I Happened.

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.

You Cant Reduce Me To A Set Of Influences.

God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep Stirred To Cry Again.

Ready When You Are, Sergeant Pempbry.

Hannibal Lecter: We Live In A Primitive Time - Don't We, Will? - Neither Savage Nor Wise. Half Measures Are The Curse Of It. Any Rational Society Would Either Kill Me Or Give Me My Books.