— What about the... Well, you know. Are they gone?
— No, they're not gone. And maybe they never will be. But I've gotten used to ignoring them, and I think they've given up on me. You think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin? You've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive?
— John, they haunt you though.
— They're my past, Martin. Everybody is haunted by their past.
Survival of the fittest’ is just a pretty lie that they tell you. A lie to make weak people believe that if they try their best, they can come out on top. Truth is, it isn’t the weak that get eaten. It’s not about strength, it’s about numbers. The ones who stand at the top of the food chain are the brainless dolts. The loudmouths. Because there are so, so many of them.