(..) Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three. I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now, they're all mine. No such thing as secrecy, I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? (..)

(..) The dying man jumped out of bed, ran to the piano and finished it. Couldn't cope with an unfinished melody. Neither can you, that's why you've come. Be honest, you're a tiny bit pleased. What, with the verdict? With me, back on the streets. Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain. (..)