insane

i don't think salmon think anything. i think when salmon are getting slammed around by grizzly bears, they think 'i die', and then they die.

and in the end what was your reward? you never said, but i think i know... a family.

death is for other people. not for us.

though i suppose any food will become your favorite if you shove it down your throat enough! taste is only chemical after all. but favoritism! favoritism is oh so divine.

jesus was an only son / tell me i'm the chosen one

what's a bad miracle?

your bright face obscures your darker mask.

i never knew i was lonely until i met you three. maybe he's the same.

— are you ready? — i have a question. — yes? — will i dream? — of course you will dream. all intelligent creatures dream. no one knows why.

don’t spill a drop of worry, old friend. it's important to keep that cup full.

what is an enemy to you? in my world, there are dangers, and bloodshed, and death. that makes you a man. and men make choices.

they say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. what they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

my childhood did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.

i see you're playing me for a fool, to be replaced by a less inconvenient tool! i've an objection, not one you can overrule - since men like me have the right to be cruel - i cannot play it cool.

who, I wonder, would be so cruel? to force a mirror on a man with no face.

let me read you a story, let me read you a romance. i will read, you will listen, and this terrible night will pass.

do you know what my favorite smell in the entire universe is? the smell of burnt bridges, my friend.

love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress.

however, when i look at you, i get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. it's as if both the left and the right hand have clutched the head to realize for the first time that they are two parts of a single whole.

blinded by my vengeance, i overlooked a simple truth... that all fathers love their sons.

happiness has to be fought for.