“as an artist, one of the toughest things to do is getting someone to understand why you think the way you think. And as much as i don't wanna care what they think about my thinking, it comes down to making them understand or watching them leave.”

“You don't care what others think - which might be understandable. But you don't care even to make them think as you do?""No.""But that's...that's monstrous.""Is it? Probably. I couldn't say.”

“They try to make you think they care about what you do but they don't. They don't want you to act a certain way. So you're easy to understand. So you won't pose a threat to them.”

“I don't understand what makes them come out like that!""Hunger," said Jem. "Were you thinking about blood?""No""Were you thinking about eating me?" Will inquired."No!”

“Still and all, why bother? Here’s my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.”

“And it came down to this: In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in the very moment when I love them--""You beat them." For a moment she was not afraid of his understanding."No, you don't understand. I destroy them. I make it impossible for them to ever hurt me again. I grind them and grind them until they don't exist.”