“That's where all of us are standing now, he thought. On the fat kindling of past sins. And some of them are mine. Mine, Adam's, Herod's, Judas', Hannegan's, mine. Everybody's. Always culminates in the colossus of the State, somehow, drawing about itself the mantle of godhood, being struck down by the wrath of Heaven.”
“That's where all of us are standing now, he thought. On the fat kindling of past sins.”
“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”
“Reed's blood is now mixed with mine, so that he is always with me, no matter where I am.”
“Is mine fat!”
“You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.”