Xavier quotes from Xavier: Renegade Angel

I'm a survivor. We're a dying breed.

Life. You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different. But not like the others. Other kids could be cruel, they'd call me names: dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all: chompsky-honk. Did you know there's over 87 combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way. Life! Adolescence was better: went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. Dyke!

Just got to dump this load in that dirty 'puter's floppy slot and collect my kudos.

I killed him hard. Pulled out his heart and showed it to him, and he was like, "Nice."

(to himself) I'd like to see this guy pray an abortion.

Kid, life is just death in drag.

You're not better than me, okay?! Just because you've created life doesn't make you some kind of god. There's more to life than life!

They say when you die, you shit your pants; but not me. I'm gonna shit my heart.

Fate. Destiny. Fatestinatey. People toss those words around like tennis balls. Well, I eat balls for breakfast. I know my purpose is righting wrongs. I'm the wrong-righter, but I don't need you to call me that. I have special needs. Just call me...

Kids, I swear, I'm gonna love all of you, and equally. I'll be dividing my love into seven equal sections, or "Love Quadrants". Each quadrant will be worth 15 "Love Units" represented by these small brass marbles. You may use these marbles as currency amongst yourselves. Collect 35 "Love Units", you can trade those in for a beach towel with my face on it. Collect more than 3 towels...

This is no longer a clue. It's a game. You may have just gotten checkmate, but we're playing Chinese checkers, and as my old friend Confucius say; the hunter has become the hunter-ed. The chaser has become the chosed. Dame Fortuna has had her franking privileges revoked. It seems the portrait has painted the artist, sketching the reverser, who has become the reverse-ed. But this time the suffixed will become the sufferer, and it appears the baby killer is about to kill a baby.

Unload your troubles unto me, even if it's tough to swallow. I'm used to swallowing huge loads.

I'm going to help you, even if it kills us both!

And hey, vote "yes" on Proposition 1321. The kids, a huge bucket…of kids.

Weak...from drifting...on the longest mosy ever rambled. Weeks with no meal or beverage. Blistering desert pounding me to the crosine-tipped brink of insanity. Yet, perhaps there is truth in sand madness.