“I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century sealed in a cave, a river of molten salt flowing down my throat. But never with you.”

“I like the idea of someone else’s love safely sealed in a song or a book.”

“My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.”

“One day, I stopped hating.I ceased all meaningless activity.I completed the circle. ISet my sights straight. Like anArrow I flew. I stopped acting.I got tired of playing with you.Random violence and destructionBecause my reason for living, my out,My excuse. What is your excuse?Destruction.Without hate, without fear,Without judgement. I am no betterThan you. No-one knows this betterThanI do. I just got tired of playingParlor Games.”

“You’ll never know that just sitting across a room full of people, I have transformed you into a goddess. A destroyer of despair.”

“I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.”

“if i was a woman these days, i'd be killing motherfuckers. my handgun would never cool and my hands would be covered in testicular blood. i would have a horrible reputation with a lot of men because i would be calling them on their weak bullshit left and right.”