Logic is what the devil likes most.

“It wasn’t so much that I thought there was nowhere to go, in this huge city; bu…”

“Miranda rolls her eyes. "Passing over," she says. "That's nice. Is that anythin…”

“Did you ever, think when the hearse passes by, that someday in it you will lie?”

“To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.”