One thousand kisses later I wonder if she'd still remember the taste of my tool on her tongue

Nescaffier: "They had a flavor!"

Roebuck Wright: "I beg you pardon?"

Nescaffier: "The toxic salts in the radishes, they had a flavor. Something unfamiliar to me. Like a bitter, moldy, peppery, spicy, oily kinda earth. I've never tasted that taste in my life. Not entirely unpleasant, extremely poisonous but still, a new flavor. That's a rare thing in my age."

Roebuck Wright: "I admire your bravery, Lieutenant."

Nescaffier: "I'm not brave. I just wasn't in the mood to be a disappointment to everybody. I'm a foreigner you know"

Roebuck Wright: "This city is full of us, isn't it? I'm one myself"

Nescaffier: "Seeking something missing. Missing something left behind"

Roebuck Wright: "Maybe with good luck, we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called "home" "

Morisot : I can no longer envision myself as a grown-up man in our parents world.

Ils ont oublié le goût des larmes.

Une pétition est un poème, un poème est une pétition.

I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance of by time, my heart would cease to beat and I would die.

- Checkmate, my darling.

- Eve, you're ruthless. You're brutal.

- I'm a survivor, baby.

- It's all the bloody talking.

It's the zombies I'm sick of. And their fear of their own fucking imaginations.

- What about all your heroes ?

- I don't have any heroes.

- No ? What about your blessed scientists ?

- The scientists ? Look what they have done to them. Pythagoras, slaughtered. Galileo, imprisoned. Copernicus, ridiculed. Poor old Newton pushed into secrecy in alchemy. Tesla, destroyed. His beautiful possibilities completely ignored. And they're still bitching about Darwin. Still. So much for the scientists.

When you separate an entwined particle and move both parts away from the other, even on opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected. Spooky.