“The voice of love calls to you, my son.”

“What you call life is but a dream, and reality is relative.”

“I see you have returned, my love; and your mood is as dark as ever. Did your soldiers not adore you to your complete satisfaction?”

“Of what value is your life, unless you are willing to sacrifice it for those you love?”

“Instead of loving people and using money, people often love money and use people.”

“So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.”

“My mother, my psychiatrist and an assortment of sedatives eventually convinced me I was delusional.”