“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
“For the things I have done I know the devil saves a place for me in hell. So when I am to burn, what does one more sin matter?”
“The problem is that I am in the wrong century to burn things. I am the wrong generation to let it go.”
“But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.”
“A conglomerate heap of trash, that’s what I am. But it burns with a high flame.”
“I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with anger toward the people who took it away. My people-or at least, my old people. I don't know who I am anymore, or where I belong.That's not totally true...I know I belong with Alex.”