He will give his life, for anything he feels has more of a right to live than he. Make no mistake, Elias. He's a Reed. It's what he does.

I'm not going anywhere.

She ignored his feverish, sweaty skin, his violent trembles, and she kissed him. As he passionately held her against him, the whole world disappeared. It was just him. It had always been him.

She smiled at him, and he stopped breathing.

He just wanted to get through his uninteresting day, so he could cross over into the night, and find his way to the red headed light that brightened the black sky.

Truly caring people know they have to take care of themselves first.

Never love for me, only obsession.

We made in those days tiny identical rooms inside our bodies which the men who uncover our graves will find in a thousand years shining and whole.

She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

There's always room for improvement. I incorporate the lessons I learned from my mistakes and move forward.

I'm not going to count the dollars before they've come in.

I also try to read all of my fan mail. A lot of them send me candy, which I'm not allowed to eat 'cause my mom says it might be poisonous.

I also eschew the identity of "puppeteer" it is a concept that blurs the boundaries of discrete objects and persons. I do think Anarchist Nihilist Puppet Show is my day job.

I always think the audience sometimes wants what you're not giving them.

That man can interrogate as well as observe nature was a lesson slowly learned in his evolution.