“I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.”
“I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.”
“On the outside, I’m the perfect kid–like a statue of perfect marble, serene and unreal. Inside, it’s all snakes and maggots and broken glass.”
“I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.”
“I like to keep a shotgun in my room for protection. You know, just in case my apartment gets broken into by a pack of deer, which is something I’m constantly worrying about.”
“What is the savior of the world doing among these wire fences, in all this broken glass?”