“If I had no imagination, I would hate you. But I don’t want to be part of your reality.”

“I want to learn your trickery and feel what it’s like to have me wrapped around your finger. I want to lie to everyone because it gets me where I want faster. I want to be like you, because you are blind; and now that I finally see, I don’t want to.”

“I hate you. I hate you like the girl who hates cake because it makes her fat and she can’t stop eating it.”

“You’ll lie again, you’ll do it again. Friends, not friends, friends, not friends, I’m on your dime, I’m on your time, and I don’t exist where there is a YOU.”

“You are my counterfeit mystery. My artificial company. My forged reality. My imaginary friend I can’t eradicate.”

“If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.”

“What had I done? Where was my fun? I wanted play, I wanted sun, he was the opposite —I called him Zum because he’s an un-fun, the sort of mean-fun bully on the playground-fun. Mean Mr. Zum.This was madness, this was badness this was sadness this was too much un-fun-ness.”