“I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.”

“I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.”

“I don't know what to say. I hate that. I wish I had all the answers for you. I wish I could explain why this happened.”

“I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.”

“Every scene should be able to answer three questions: "Who wants what from whom? What happens if they don't get it? Why now?”

“I don't give a shit how it happened, the window is broken... Wait, why is there syrup everywhere? Okay, you know what? Now I give a shit how it happened, Let's hear it.”