“Knowledge without mileage equals bullshit.”

“Books are cool, but knowledge without mileage doesn't mean anything to me.”

“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.”

“My main goal is to stay alive. To keep fooling myself into hanging around. To keep getting up every day. Right now I live without inspiration. I go day to day and do the work because it's all I know. I know that if I keep moving I stand a chance. I must keep myself going until I find a reason to live. I need one so bad. On the other hand maybe I don't. Maybe it's all bullshit. Nothing I knew from my old life can help me here. Most of the things that I believed turned out to be useless. Appendages from someone else's life.Everything I have I would give to not know what I know. To not feel emptiness as my constant companion. To not look into this room and be reminded why I'm in it. I'm not getting enough air. The room feels so small all of a sudden. It's pathetic to be this lonely and know it. To keep breathing. To be silent and alone. And to know.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Maybe some things are better left broken and scatteredVeiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubtI should have known betterThan to start something that I couldn't finishThat I couldn't care aboutThat I couldn't remember starting in the first placeI don't want to know youYou went years without meYou might as well keep going.”