“What's the point of having a rapier wit if I can't use it to stab people?”

“I'm sorry. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.”

“My rapier wit hides my inner pain.”

“There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.”

“Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.”

“Wit is a sword; it is meant to make people feel the point as well as see it.”