Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .

You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.

My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.

You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.

I don't believe in fate," he said carefully, "but... I do believe everything happens for a reason. That there is some plan, some meaning to this darkness we live in.

And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.

Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.

A leader is solution oriented and a philosopher is problem oriented.

You may not be able to find love, but if you give, you will get it back in return.

Simple things bring infinite pleasure. Yet, it takes us a while to realize that. But once simple is in, complex it out - forever.

A garden is never finished. In that sense it is like the human world and all human undertakings.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

After all, our Killers are our ...Brothers!!??

Victory breeds hatred; the defeated live in pain. The peaceful live happily, giving up victory and defeat.

Failure is blindness to the strategic element in events; success is readiness for instant action when the opportune moment arrives.

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.