“I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.”

“I just need to get you to the point where you can’t think about anything except what I’m making you feel”

“We cannot be too careful about the words we use; we start out using them and they end up using us.”

“When I was in the second grade, I used to think love was the feeling a man gets while riding a motorcycle and having a woman embrace him tightly from behind. Maybe I’m cynical now, but I’m starting to think love is a unicycle with a flat tire.”

“No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.”

“The older I get, the less I care about what’s cool. I realize I’m old and weird.”