People love what I have to say. They believe in it. They just don’t like the word “Nazi”, that’s all.
He’s got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*** that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank.[about God]
This is a f***ing mess, son. We got a Supe terrorist, Rayner’s blown her canister, and we’re the most wanted c**ts in the country. But don’t you worry. Daddy’s home.[to Hughie]
Sometimes it’s hard being superior to every single other person on the planet. It’s isolating. And gods should not have to feel that kind of pain. Because that is what we are. You and me. We’re gods.[to Ryan]
Since when did “hopeful” and “naive” become the same thing? I mean, why would you get into this business if not to save the world? That’s all I have ever wanted.