
Hope-that unshakable golden belief that things can get better- is why I'm here talking to you now. Without it, we are nothing.

And like I've said before, sometimes its better to do bad things for the right reasons than good things for the wrong ones. Right?

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

The two of them holding each other, the tears flowing freely now, as if by never letting go they would never have to say goodbye.

Nobody cares. You shouldn't either.

And if there is nothing left of you but darkness, how can you not become a monster?

But nobody can run from their own demons.

My head, my rules.

Don't need a degree in rocket science to do this job.

What if that was the fate of all of us, turned into the very basest of creatures, the very essence of evil?

That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?

Yeah, save the idiots in government, definitely a priority. He didn't say it out loud, though.

Still no pain as such, just that infuriating itch.

Death, it doesnt seem so scarey, you know? Not when you have got the sky over you and the wind on your face.

You don't have to be perfect to be good. You can do bad things and still be a good person.

One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.

And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.

We are all puppets hanging over an ocean of madness.

He had always thought that hell would be hot. But here they were, right inside the mouth of it, and it was freezing.

Let me know if you're going to do something stupid, kid, 'cause I'll ditch you like that.

Welcome home, Soldier of Furnace.

Thats the best thing about endings: they have to be beginnings, too.