“My will can control anything that’s empty.”

“Fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches, your Grace. That’s my motto.”

“You see, control can never be a means to any practical end...It can never be a means to anything but more control...like junk..”

“Control never be a means to any practical end. It can never be a means to anything but more control… Like punk.”

“Real power is control. Knowing that you can do anything...and not doing it only because you can.”

“And knowing that the only alternative to your grief is the nothingness that’s fast approaching, you try to embrace your own sorrow, to be open and empty and let it all pass through you. This is the key, you have learned – to relinquish control, to relinquish the desire for control. Even in this late drama, to try to control is to go mad. And so you do your best to let it all go.”