Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

This place is full of unwritten rules.

Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.

No, every person on this planet has darkness inside them. Buried so deep that only you know it's there when your world is coming to an end. Oh, but it's there. It's always there.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.

But nobody can run from their own demons.

You do care, you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it all.

Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.

Come follow me and leave the world to its babblings.

The most dangerous thing in the world is the sin of self-reliance and the stupor of worldliness.

Over time, the repetition, Donald Trump's lies about election rigging, have become a form of background noise, more of the same. And this is a propaganda technique, whether Trump knows it or not.

The best American is one who considers themselves as a citizen of the world.

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

A distant cousin sent me some genealogy report on my father's side, and it's sort of what I suspected. Coal miners for generations... four or maybe five generations.

That makes me think of spandex-covered football players. It's not me. I'm in rhinestones and velvet, not spandex.

Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.