Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.

Knowledge is a rope, and you're weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.

Who do you think's after you, Shane, my lad? Or is it just the dark you're afeared of?

It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.

He kissed me. He kissed me like a thousand promises were being exchanged through that one kiss.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

Kalist likes to listen to the collective voices swell as more individuals in his colony arrive.

Do you mind,” he asked politely, “if I slide my blade under your skin, just a little?

It’s not the light that’s attracting me, but the darkness that’s driving me on.

I want to make sure I remember what real ugly is. I might want to tell my grandchildren someday.

He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.

You have to be able to recognize your truths in the daylight before you can find them in the dark.

You wear your lies like a noose around your neck. So kick the chair and let's be done with it.

I lied. I do that, you know, when it suits me. I would have thought you'd realized that by now.

Goths do not hate the world. They just learned to accept the world that refuses to understand them.