Frank Lyons: I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
Frank Lyons: You see, my friend, I can't help it if I'm driven by the motives of a stronger youth.Wylie: Not so, Frank. I feel as though the harpies call me to their den of lies and hatred.Quinn: Too true, my dear. Now I shall pull back the curtains of deceit on the foul beast called loneliness.