Even the dead need caring for.

This is the man who left the message,” said Campbell. “He sells questions.” “Actually, I’ve moved on from questions,” said the salesman. “People simply aren’t inquisitive enough these days.” He shook his head sadly. “I’m now in the business of selling after-life insurance.

Never fight a wolf in the moonlight, your fingernails will meet with claws, your fear with death then your final breath draws as your red blood pours.

Everything worthwhile begins life as a mistake.

—¿Libros? Los libros son lo peor —exclamó la recepcionista—. Todas esas manos llenas de gérmenes tocando las hojas sucias y porosas. ¡Dios mío, no! No se han permitido libros de ninguna clase en el hospital desde la Gripe del Romance del '89. Un caso terrible. El lunes alguien trajo un montón de novelas románticas baratas, para el viernes había tantos cadáveres que el señor Milkwell tuvo que contratar a alguien para ayudar a sacarlos.

Where there's possibility there is also hope.

The world is held together by lies. When I paint, I'm searching for the truth between them, but I'm no better at this than anyone else. Worse, probably.

Eddie, time is a complicated business. The general rule is that if your head isn't hurting, you're not thinking about it hard enough.

Half my life was spent trying to be a better person, but you reach a certain age and you realize you don't have a choice about who you are. All of us are slaves to ourselves.