“Rise and demand; you are a burning flame.You are sure to conquer there where the final horizonBecomes a drop of blood, a drop of life,Where you will carry the universe on your shoulders,Where the universe will bear your hope.”

“And where," Socrates smiled, "is the universe?""The universe is well, there are theories about how it's shaped...""That's not what I asked. Where is it?""I don't know - how can I answer that?""That is the point. You cannot answer it, and you never will. There is no knowing about it. You are ignorant of where the universe is, and thus, where you are. In fact, you have no knowledge of where anything is or of What anything is or how is came to be. Life is a mystery."My ignorance is based on this understanding. Your understanding is based on ignorance. This is why I am a humorous fool, and you are a serious jackass.”

“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.”

“Where are you supposed to put your arms when you dance? It’s like the Universal Question.”

“Destiny might drop you off somewhere but it’s your job to get where you’re going, to decide your own ending…”

“Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.”