People like you end up dead. One day they are roaming about in their underpants pretending to be Superman and the next day they are killed because they jump off their roof thinking that they can fly!

— Abhik Chatterjee

She slapped him. Hard. "Tell me!" she screamed, "TELL ME!"." The truth is... I am a liar," Jack said quietly. "Don't be one with me," she sobbed, "it hurts." "The lies or the truth?" he asked.

— Abhik Chatterjee