“Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.”

“Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm.”

“They like life alright, but that they would like it even better if they could know that it was going to end sometime.”

“I AM THE GOD OF STORMS! I BRING THE THUNDER! I BRING THE LIGHTNING! STOOOP RAINING ON ME!”

“He had no one but himself to blame, for he’d opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a crack in a window. But the funny thing was, onceyou welcomed in a breeze, there was no stopping what came next. A wind, a storm, thunder and lightning, until you could no longer reach thewindow to close it—and didn’t really want to anyway. That’s what this new darkness was. Evil in its purest form...-Paris”

“And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy?”