“Watch it, your sanity. Watch the line. What I don’t say is that the line is hardly there. It’s as blurry and fluid as the slope of the shore, from beach to the shallows to water over your head to the open sea. And I’m not really supposed to believe in that spectrum…..But we’re all there on the slope. I think the difference is whether you’ve maneuvered yourself into a position where your head’s above the sea.”

“Defending yourself is not the same as offending your enemy. Watch what you say.”

“You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.”

“You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.”

“It’s always funny watching something so beautiful not know how beautiful it really is. It’s sad even.”

“….watch me rise like smoke from fire.Watch me fly above your hate.Watch me dance upon your meannesslike a ballerina with posture; grace.Watch me laugh over your hatred;watch me soar above your sea of grief.And know that I am out there somewhere… C R U S H I N G.”

“Oh get over yourself, so you can kill people, I could shoot you in your face if I wanted to, anyone can do what you do!”