Yours is the hand chosen by the master, yours is the veil of blood, yours is the sword of michael!

My knee hurts, I'm going to end up with a cane, aren't I? That would look pretty cool though.

Mediocrity is self-inflicted and genius is self-bestowed.

All the text i see seems to have been crossed out.

Noise hurts.

I'm going to make something of myself and it's all your fault.