You understand the logic behind the illogical, Alyssa. It's in your nature to find tranquility amid the madness. And that's what we're doing here. We are giving our food a fighting chance.

Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant.

You crave chaos. You're happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at its best when it's the catalyst to confusion. You still can't admit this?

But I do, and the barbed wire tightens once more, until my heart is strangled and broken.

Now, you listen, Alyssa Victoria Gardner. Normal is subjective. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not normal. Because you are to me. And my opinion is all that matters. Got it?

Struggle of power is natural in human because with power their individuality prevails over others.

Poverty breeds lack of self-reliance.

The transistor was a small plastic unit that would take us from a world of static bricks piled on top of each other to a world where everything was interactive.

Free-market capitalism, in the blink of an eye, was gutted and replaced by an oligopoly.

Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.

I tell myself it does not matter what one reads-favorite authors, particular themes-as long as we read something. It is not even important to own the books.

There is a point at which the law becomes immoral and unethical. That point is reached when it becomes a cloak for the cowardice that dares not stand up against blatant violations of justice.

Large legislative bodies resolve themselves into coteries, and coteries into jealousies.

It is better to be the servant of God than the ruler of men.

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?