I got three rules. You’re breaking two of them with that outfit.
Xayah: “What the hell were you thinking?”
Rakan: “Back there?”
Rakan: “I wasn’t. I never think.”
Magic isn’t supposed to be safe.
I have got to stop talking to myself. Damnit, Xayah, where are you?
Humans think that to believe in something, you have to be serious about it. That’s their problem.
You know, I ain’t really about making fun of people, but you… make that difficult.
My fellow travelers, you are all about to witness my majestic epicness… unless I get killed, but probably not!
Magic is supposed to be scary. Love is supposed to hurt. Ecstasy needs a little fear.
Rakan: “I’m a humble entertainer!”
Xayah: “Really, darling?”
Rakan: “Yeah, I’m the best.”
Ladies and gentleman, I am here to entertain! Myself, mostly – but you too!
When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story.
Consequences only matter if I don’t get away.
I don’t need anything but the right now.
If you aren’t a little frightened, you ain’t alive.
I need my love to hurt. I need the world to be scary. I don’t apologise for it. I feel good.
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
Okay, everybody, I’m here, I’m here… the party starts now!
Nothing important should be taken seriously.
Rakan: “Did you notice the sky?”
Xayah: “It’s lovely.”
Rakan: “Not as beautiful as you.”
We are seen dancing and thought insane – by those who can’t hear the music.