“All preordainedA prisoner in chainsA victim of venomous fateKicked in the faceYou can't pray for a placeIn heaven's unearthly estateEach of usA cell of awarenessImperfect and incompleteGenetic blendsWith uncertain endsOn a fortune hunt that's far too fleet”
“Each of usA cell of awarenessImperfect and incompleteGenetic blendsWith uncertain endsOn a fortune hunt that's far too fleet”
“When you pray, all heaven prays with you. That's a mighty army.”
“Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune!" I cried with all the venom of Charlton Heston. Oberon asked."It's a Shakespearean word for whore."”
“We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.”
“You can curse the dead or pray for them, but don't expect them to do a thing for you. They're far too interested in watching us, to see what in heaven's name we will do next.”