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“Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooded path, kissing in the moonlight, look up and you’re eleven again. Chasing cats in a tiny town, you’re eleven again, you’re sixteen again. You’re in a rowboat. You’re staring out the back of a car. Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening.”

“Boy, you are a hothead, Bane. Your rage makes you an exceptional warrior but quite a boring conversationalist. Good thing I did not keep you for your manners and charm, eh? Now calm down, your spittle is getting all over me, my feet do not require a shower." -Michael, The ArchAngel”

“You heard me. A creature from another world, a dark world, lurks the halls of Hellgate, tormenting victims at will. A grotesque, gnarled, twisted creature, with thick iron stakes impaled into its body, whip marks across its chest and back-- the beast got inside my brain.”

“We are Knights of the Trinity, Angels of the Third Realm of Heaven Warriors of The Almighty Defenders of Righteousness, Truth. And Justice Protectors of the Weak and Downtrodden Guardians of the realms of men. We pledge our spirits, our swords, and our shields in service, Not for glory, not for pride, but for the honor to serve the Most-High May the forces of Darkness tremble in our wake and die at our hands! We are the Chosen Twelve, the Blessed, the Mighty War-riors of the Everlasting Order Hazah! Hazah! Hazah!”

“Monster? Monster, you say?” He scratched his chest, blood dripping from what seemed to be an old wound. “No, my friend. I have SEEN real monsters. I have faced real darkness, heart beating out of your chest with death all around you. The stench of piss and shit as men empty themselves in their final moments. I have experienced real terror. Terror, a simple man like you, could never fathom”

“Have you ever thought about why GOD did it? Why tempt such fragile beings in the first place? Did GOD give the race of man free will, knowing that they would use that will to defy him, or to take it a step further since GOD knows all, did he know that Adam and Eve would eat the forbidden fruit, allowing him to cast them out of paradise to toil and suffer for a living.”

“A spark is exactly what it means. An igniting of something that spreads, and soon it becomes difficult to contain. The sparks, in this case, represent sin, not just any sin, a major undertaking of evil that spreads and infects life, changing the way humans live forever." " The Everlasting protects man for six of these catastrophes, but once there is a seventh, well… anything goes." "I’m not destroying man; I’m saving man--from themselves.”

“Ho imparato che il coraggio non ha molto a che fare con la virilità, ma piuttosto con il pericolo e che non c'è niente di più pericoloso del restare davanti a un magnifico cactus per fargli una dichiarazione d'amore, a parte forse la guerra e le eliminatorie del campionato di Hokey. Le dirò che essere in pericolo al suo cospetto è la cosa più meravigliosa di tutte e le dirò che se mi metto a piangere spero che capirà che sono lacrime di coraggio e che scommetto che se le conservassimo in un boccale con quelle di mio padre e quelle di mio fratello e quelle dei poliziotti in incognito dopo una retata straordinaria, il boccale traboccherebbe e il suo contenuto si spanderebbe per terra tra le crepe dell'asfalto, nei fossati e sotto la terra e il giorno dopo sboccerebbe un fiore, niente di spettacolare nè di esotico, un piccolo dente di leone tutto storto, ma sincero, e io glielo regalerei e le direi ecco il fiore del coraggio, è per te, ti amo.”

“AH AH AH, sai, è buffo, questa situazione. Mi ricorda una barzeletta. Vedi, ci sono questi due tizi in un manicomio ... e una notte, una notte, decidono che sono stanchi di vivere in un manicomio. Decidono che cercheranno di fuggire! Così, salgono sul tetto e, dall'altra parte, vedono i palazzi della città distendersi alla luce della luna... verso la libertà. Il primo salta sul tetto vicino senza alcun problema. Ma il suo amico non osa compiere il balzo perché... perché ha paura di cadere. Allora il primo ha un idea... e dice"ehi, ho preso la torcia elettrica con me! Illuminerò lo spazio tra i due edifici. Così mi raggiungerai camminando sul raggio di luce."M-ma il secondo scuote la testa. E d-dice... dice "co-cosa credi? Che sia pazzo? Quando sarò a metà strada la spegnerai!"[Joker]”

“An ordinary man can enjoy breakfasting on juice and rye bread. But when you are underfed, scorned, miserable or just plain bored, you don’t want to eat dull wholesome food. You want something a little more colourful, exciting, tastier, meatier and juicier.”

“We are told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I have witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them. But you cannot kiss an idea... cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed. They do not feel pain. They do not love. And it is not an idea that I miss. It is a man. A man that made me remember the 5th of November. A man that I will never forget.”

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.”