“One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.”

“It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...”

“I don't believe in God, don't believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan's sister, I suppose.”

“How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?”

“Faces...I...don't...know...the real...me”

“I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.”

“So you want to know all about me, Who I amWhat chance meeting of brush and canvas painted the faceyou see? what made me despise the girl in the mirrorenough to transform her, turn her into a stranger, only not.”