SHIVERS - Meet me there -- wafting above the burnt ruins. Le Retour is waiting. ESPRIT DE CORPS - And Station 41 and the glow of its desk lamps, the clicking of coffee mugs, clouds of cigarette smoke and the ringing telephone... your youth. There is still a way back.

Don’t expect any further rewards or handclaps. This is how normal people are all the time.

YOU - Johnny Law is about to tear it up. Sad-style.

SUGGESTION - Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.

No, I need to go back to a time when *love* was still possible.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Pity. The jackets are meant to complete each other. If a man were standing alone on a street corner with 'PISSF****T' written on his back, it'd just be an individual that has taken a liking to urine. And 'FUCK THE WORLD' all on its own is, frankly, generic.

JULES PIDIEU - Sergeant Torson here is wondering if you are still in possession of your genitalia. Over. YOU - I left it at his momma's after I fucked her ass all night. Tell him that.

YOU - Suffering will only make me stronger. ENDURANCE - It's probably this way of thinking that got you where you are.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - I am at the end of a narrow funnel. Weightless. So light it only feels like *something* to be me. In truth -- perhaps I'm nothing? I certainly do not have a soul. And if I did, it would never ache.

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - She was. There are even those who say that Advesperascit *summoned* Dolores Dei, or that it was built in preparation for her, centuries before her arrival...

MEASUREHEAD - “THE PAST IS MADE OF STATIC IMAGES, DISTORTED MEMORIES, DEMENTED NOSTALGIA. THIS, THE PRESENT -- WITH ALL ITS POSSIBILITIES, INNUMERABLE HITS AND MISSES -- IS FAR SUPERIOR. IT IS A *LIVING* ORGANISM.”

YOU - Revachol was founded to resolve history. It's the most important city in the world.

Off we go into the wild pale yonder.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - The Antistar is (or was) a Vespertine rock and roll star, who liked to do drugs. He did so many drugs he eventually mutated -- into a corpse.

This is a very, very sad man who has just seen something that's made him forget his sadness.

I can still fix it.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - No. It was *him*. *He* is the infernal engine, can't you see? He never stops. He only gets worse.

I'm a bad person. I believe I could have done anything.

YOU - Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? SHIVERS - HAVE A BROTHER IN THE CUT. WHERE THE WOOD AT?

Still, there's something inherently violent even about dice rolls. It's like every time you cast a die, something disappears. Some alternative ending, or an entirely different world...

And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.

INLAND EMPIRE - Dora. The name feels like a *gift*. A gift that was meant for you -- to make it possible to live.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - He can't be a cop, Harry. He's twelve. And he says 'f****t' every four seconds.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Oh, it's her. It's definitely her. It's Miss Oranje Disco Dancer.

VISUAL CALCULUS - The man does not know the bullet has entered his brain. He never will. Death comes faster than the realization.

DOLORES DEI - In conclusion -- you're ill. You're an old, insane man. And you have to be in hell until the end of your life. And I have to go to Mirova.

SHIVERS - BY THE WAY, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR PARTNER AT ONCE. UNITY AMONG THE RANKS IS PARAMOUNT.

YOU - “So I should just... just... get a hat and FUCK it, right?!” (Point at your head, where the hat should be.) “Engage in sexual intercourse with a hat right here in front of you, because you told me so? On the SEA ICE?!”

EGG HEAD - Good morning, yeah! One, two, three! Yekokataa, the place to be!

0.000% of Communism has been built. Evil child-murdering billionaires still rule the world with a shit-eating grin. All he has managed to do is make himself *sad*. He is starting to suspect Kras Mazov *fucked him over* personally with his socio-economic theory.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The pale, too, came with you. No one remembers it before you. The cnidarians do not, the radially symmetricals do not. There is an almost unanimous agreement between the birds and the plants that you are going to destroy us all.

“I enjoy thinking about truly fundamental concepts, like the alphabet for instance.”

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - “I love Revachol, though.” She looks around, the wind in her hair. “I hope she loves me too.”

BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - You failed Elysium

PAYPHONE - You're not a revolutionary, Harry... You're drunk.

Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all.

CHESTER MCLAINE - “It's not like that. They're what you call *hetero-sexual life partners*. They have a battle-tested relationship. A 'bröderbund', if you will.”

Are women bourgeois?

People imagine picking up and finding *something better* is an easy solution. But how is that supposed to work, when all your time and energy goes to staying alive? You have almost nothing to set aside to actually fight your way out.

SHIVERS - COME MORNING, I CARRY INDUSTRIAL DUST AND LET IT SETTLE ON TREE LEAVES. I SHAKE THE DUST FROM THOSE LEAVES AND ONTO YOUR COAT.

VOLITION - Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.

YOU - “There's a white shadow that smells like apricots, it's... always there.” KIM KITSURAGI - “Stay with me!” You feel burning hot tears streaming from your eyes. YOU - “It said I have a vast soul. Do I have a... vast soul?”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Showing up to work on time is *hard* -- no, scratch that, showing up to work *at all* is difficult.

SHIVERS - The road ascends; a raised motorway loops above the ghetto. Beneath its concrete columns -- a sea of rooftops, woodwork, and tar stretches northward. Four-story buildings as far as the rain can fall. The snows melt in Jamrock.

INLAND EMPIRE - There is also a *fourth* thing you've lost. YOU - A... fourth thing? INLAND EMPIRE - More precious than the gun, the badge and the motor carriage *combined*. Lost forever. Into the deepest of seas.

YOU - “Promiscuity -- you mean the *cock carousel*.” (Twirl your hand around in the air.) MEASUREHEAD - YOU USE VULGAR HUMOUR TO DISTRACT YOURSELF FROM THE PAIN THAT WOMEN HAVE CAUSED YOU. IMPOTENT RAGE AT THEIR PROMISCUITY WILL NOT HEAL YOU. AND IT *REPELS* WOMEN.

YOU - Kim, why did I call that woman a whore, just now?

LIMBIC SYSTEM - The fight? There is no fight. The fight is over -- it was lost. A thousand years ago. You have laid here forever. Keep falling. Deeper... take the door.

MEASUREHEAD - LOOK AROUND YOU. LOOK AT THE ADVANCEMENTS IN THE SEXUAL SCIENCES -- ALL THE NOVEL TECHNIQUES, ACCESSORIES, PRESERVATIVES, MASSAGE OILS, LUBRICATION SALVES, ABORTION CLINICS.. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Sounds *fun* -- it's high time you incorporated some of these things into your daily life

YOU - “The wind told me to talk to children. Let's roll.”