"It's too late, you fool. And do you know what? We'll be better off apart. I'm sure I will find a place for my

"It's too late, you fool. And do you know what? We'll be better off apart. I'm sure I will find a place for myself in Hell. I'll find a way to recover my soul – and find a more suitable use for it. I belong there! And you will stay here, saving silly outcasts who stumble into trouble, and write your poems and live as you like..."