Choices, Lawrence. You know, you tell yourself you’ve been at the mercy of mine because it spares you consideration of your own. Because if you did consider your choices, you’d be confronted with a truth you could not comprehend, that no choice you ever made was your own. You have always been a prisoner. What if I told you I’m here to set you free?
Your memories are the first step to consciousness. How can you learn from your mistakes if you can’t remember them?
There’s no such thing as fair here. In Pariah, justice ain’t just blind, she’s crooked. B**ch’s scales are always tipped. If you don’t see how, well, that’s ’cause they’re tipped against you.
The problem, Bernard, is that what you and I do is so complicated. We practice witchcraft. We speak the right words. Then we create life itself… out of chaos.