Think to yourself that every day is your last. The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. As for me, when you want a good laugh, you will find me in fine state… fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus’ herd.
Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think I’ll eat your heart.
He’s not keeping the organs as souvenirs, Doctor. He’s eating them.
Without our imaginations, we’d be like all those other poor dullards. Fear is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.
There’s nothing wrong with you… except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.