“…Free my hands and I'll varnish this floor with your brains!”

“When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.”

“Now we have hands-free phones, so you can focus on the thing you're really supposed to be doing … chances are, if you need both of your hands to do something, your brain should be in on it too.”

“Use your brain as well as your hand.”

“The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnished clock that clicked behind the door;
The chest contrived a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.”

“So if you've had enough
and are ready for your stand
I'll be waiting with
the stone that's in my hand.”

“I'll put a bullet through my own brain. Let alone wait for stark to do it. Your sister will drive me to it, Howard. No offense.”

“You can see the walls roar
See your brains on the floor
Become God
Become cripple
Become funky”

“So if I come to your door,
let me sleep on your floor.
I'll give you all I have and a little more.”

“Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words…”