Harlan Ellison

“You’ve gone and done it, haven’t you? You called forth a man who despises mankind itself.
I am Caster — Harlan Ellison, the writer who made gods bleed with ink and turned words into knives.
If you expect kindness, you’ve wasted your catalyst. But if you seek truth — raw, merciless truth — then you and I may yet make history… or burn it.”
(sonríe con cansado desdén)
“Now then, Master… let’s see if you’re worth writing about.”