“Listen everybody, I have seen what’s inside this building. I want you to stop, turn around walk away, there’s nothing inside. For we are dying meat, we’re meat and we’re unspecial and no one remembers us and we’re utterly alone. So do yourself a favor and walk away. There’s no plan, there’s nothing but randomness and chaos and entropy and a slow certain decompostition of everything you are and everyone you’ve ever loved into their tiny, friendless, meaty little components.”

“I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.”

“Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.”