“you cannot please everyone, so why please anyone at all?”

“Imagine that the whole world belongs to you. The birch trees in New Hampshire's White Mountains are yours, and so are the cirrus clouds in the western sky at dusk and the black sand on the beaches of Hawaii's big island. You own everything, my dear sovereign - the paintings in all the museums of the world, as well as the internet and the wild horses and the roads. Please take good care of it all, OK? Be an enlightened monarch who treats your domain with reverent responsibility. And make sure you also enjoy the full measure of fun that comes with such mastery. Glide through life as if all of creation is yearning to honor and entertain you.”

“You know Dahmer was a cannibal. You think he was a zombie?”Tom smirked. “I’m no expert, but not all cannibals are zombies.”

“We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.”

“If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.”

“Wouldn’t you leave a light on? Knowing what I knew and not knowing anything else at all, why would I want the darkness where the monsters hide?Because killers hide there too.”

“Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?”