“If you can't take care of me while I'm alive, you have made me dead anyway.”

“Because we're two of a kind. You were made to take care of me, and I'm going to take care of you.”

“I tried to tell you. You said you didn't care, remember?"A muscle ticked below his eye. "You should have told me anyway.""While you had barbells within your reach? Please. I'm Disease, not Stupid.”

“Hold onto me baby. I'm going to take care of you." The raspy need in his voice only made me more desperate.”

“I'm yours, that you can take me anywhere,anytime, anyway. You own every piece of me”

“It's better being crazy because if you don't like the way it is here then you can have dreams. And if you don't like the dreams, then they come and give you shots and you don't feel anything anyway and you just drift around. Dead. Half-dead. Alive but like you're dead. You just drift around alive, but dead. And it all seems the same after a while.”