The Mark Of An Honest Man... Is

So You Think That Money Is The Root Of All Evil. Have You Ever Asked What Is The Root Of All Money?

I Loathe Your Ideals Because I Know No Worse Injustice Than The Giving Of The Undeserved.

I Love You, Dominique. As Selfishly As The Fact That I Exist. As Selfishly As My Lungs Breathe Air. I Breathe For My Own Necessity, For The Fuel Of My Body, For My Survival. I've Given You, Not My Sacrifice Or My Pity, But My Ego And My Naked Need. This Is The Only Way I Can Want You To Love Me.

If You Know That This Life Is All That You Have, Wouldn't You Make The Most Of It?

Dominique As Gail Looks At Her "... There Is A Stage Of Worship Which Makes The Worshiper Himself An Object Of Reverence."