“You do like me, don’t you? Even though I’m apparently communicatively handicapped and socially retarded?”

“You see, you don’t want me to love you. You want the version you’ve made up. The knight, even though I’m the dragon and I always will be.”

“Why are you helping me? (Fury)I don’t know. Apparently I’m having a moment of extreme stupidity. (Angelia)”

“I’m too caught up in this…pretend life I’m so completely submersed in. And you know what? I like it. I love it. Even though I know deep down inside, it’s fake. That the way you talk to me, look at me, touch me. Kiss me…is all for show. I’m some sort of protection for you but I don’t care. I want it.I want you.”

“And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?”

“Being socially retarded is like being mentally retarded, it arouses in others disgust and pity and the desire to torment and reform.”