Quotes from Carlton Mellick III

That is the moral of this story, kids. No matter how many people try to stomp on your happiness, you have the power to do whatever you want with your life.

The scenery is colorless and depressing. It looks as though life in Hell is very harsh. And lonely. Very, very lonely.

He always thought becoming a husband and father would be a living Hell, but he had no idea it was going to be so literal.

You know…" he says to Nemesis' corpse. "Mr. T never did like the rain. The cold winds, the gray skies. Too depressing. But rainbows…" He squints his eyes at the rainbow. "Mr. T likes rainbows.

She's not evil. Calling all demons evil is like calling all Muslims terrorists. It's racist." Bill holds up his hands, "Oh, well in that case I apologize. She can stay.

I've seen the other side. I know your religion is just a sham. Lici is innocent. You're the real demons.

I lie on my belly and embrace the fleshy ground, to get closer to my love. My cheeks become wet with tears, or maybe it's just sweat rising out of the skin below me. I drift into sleep, absorbing the sound of Stacy's heartbeat vibrating through my entire body.

We curl up in bed together, without a blanket. She wraps me in her arms like a teddy bear, the way she always does, and falls asleep against my forehead. My hand is squished against her belly, probably pressing into the clouds of the tiny world inside of her.

Scavy laughs. "It could have been worse," he says. "We could have grown old together. Got married. Had kids. Worked on the docks for shit pay." "Ewww…" Popcorn says.

There's not a night time or day time in this world. It's always in-between. Like dawn or dusk, without a sun in the sky. I sit down. The ground is wet and fleshy. I rub my hand on it. It is warm. It's Stacy's flesh. I must be at the bottom of their world, where the earth meets her body.

Night Serpent: They are angry at God. Me: What has God done? Night Serpent: God ended all the interesting things.

Tori gives a nervous nod. She imagines that all sorts of things could go wrong with it. The human body isn't supposed to be transformed into such a device. She assumes that she'll be calling this number a lot.

To my Rainbow Cat, for always believing in me.

That's your problem. You try to be like everyone else. Everyone is unique here. They won't like you unless you be your own person.

You're dumping me while I'm taking a dump?

Me: The only way to describe the Earth these days is to compare it to rotten food or rotten sex. Georges: It doesn't sound like it's changed much. Sylvia: Nothing ever changes. Kathy: Everything changes. You've just forgotten how to see change. You're blind to it.

I wish she was more like a normal girl, but I'd rather be with her and deal with her eccentricities than never see her again.

Closing your mind to religion is no different than the close-mindedness that religions can cause.

Maybe I'm drunk right now, even though I don't remember drinking anything. When I'm drunk, I say things without thinking. Drinking numbs you from your ability to reason. It makes you forget your own character and become a crazy. Maybe I am a crazy now; I'm going through so much chaos these days that reality is hard to grasp.

That is the moral of this story, kids. No matter how many people try to stomp on your happiness, you have the power to do whatever you want with your life.

Nowhere and oblivion were completely different things/places to Richard Stein. For him, oblivion is when something goes into nothing and nowhere is the place where something can come out of nothing.

When I say something like "back when I was in high school," I usually mean: "back when I was supposed to be in high school.

The world is still new . . . it seems old to us, but only seems because our lives are so short . . . our human race has been around for such a brief amount of time that the universe hasn't had the chance to detect us yet. One blink is all it needs to miss our dance through actuality.

The God of this planet was not worth the religion.