People think that your soul or personality, whatever, leaves the body when you die. I swear, it just goes further in. It falls so far in and just becomes so small that it can’t control your body anymore. It’s just in there, dying forever.[to Frank Haleton]
I want to smell like a Roman centurion who’s coming across an old foe, who in battle once hurt him greatly. But since then, the Roman centurion has become emperor, and is now powerful beyond measure.
We can fight. But you will get tired, and I will get bored, and you don’t like it when I’m bored. If I kill you, they will just send me another one.[to Konstantin]
Never trust people on their looks. You can see scary people a mile away, it’s the good people you have to worry about.[to Gabriel]
Most of the time, most days, I feel nothing. I don’t feel anything. It’s so boring. I wake up and I think, “Again? Really? I have to do this again?” And what I really don’t understand is, how come everybody else isn’t screaming with boredom too? I try to find ways of making myself feel something, more and more and more but it doesn’t make any difference. No matter what I do, I don’t feel anything. I hurt myself, it doesn’t hurt. I buy what I want, I don’t want it. I do what I like, I don’t like it. I’m just so bored.