“And no reason to talk about the books I read but I still do...”

“With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.”

“I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.”

“And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.”

“When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.”

“Don't talk to me about people who are nice, 'cause I've spent my whole life in ruins over people who are nice.”

“I am very serious about my baby.”