“If I had my way...We would lock ourselves away from that madness out there...”
“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.”
“If people could hear our thoughts, very few of us would escape from being locked away as mad men”.”
“We would be well on the way to perfection if we could weed out one vice from ourselves each year.”
“When we lock things away," he said with conviction, "we're really imprisoning ourselves.”
“Exactly," He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Sometimes we help ourselves, and sometimes we get help from ghosts in the woods and bampots in BMWs.”