Death: Don't you ever stop asking?Antonius Block: No. I never stop.Death: But you're not getting an answer.
Between a scarlet woman's knees, a man like me can take his ease.
Farewell, my sweet. I could have raped you, but I've grown tired of that kind of love. It's a little dull in the end.
We must make an idol of our fear, and call it god.
