There are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad.
We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much f***ing spam.
What’s a god? Can we even know they exist? People believe things, which means they’re real. That means we know they exist. So what came first, gods or the people who believed in them?[to Shadow]
There is no end to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women. So what’s a queen to do? She gets on her knees. She takes what she don’t want to, and we watch in easy f***ing judgment and pretend we’d do a single thing different in her shoes.
The only thing that scares me is being forgotten. I can survive most things, but not that.
Neutral, in the face of injustice is on the side of the oppressor.
You things are not gods, by the way. You’re made by people. People who need answers and they’re too f***ing lazy to look for them themselves.[to Mad Sweeney]
Why am I not surprised that the Buckeye State has a freaky Norse underbelly?
Victory is sweet on the tongue, and profit is sweet on the pocket.
This is the only country in the world that wonders what it is.
The world is either crazy or you are. They’re both solid options. Take your pick, and when you decide, come and tell me. But don’t rush into it. Take your time. Difficult decision.[to Shadow]
The universe is always on schedule. Besides, punctuality: Virtue of the bored.
