“I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?”
“Every life has forks in the road. And sometimes, the tines of that fork stab deep.”
“The thought of my mother talking to me about sex makes me want to stab my eyes out with a fork, gouge even deeper and scramble my brains to prevent the conversation from ever happening.”
“You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise Bog! I'm cured! I was cured alright.”
“I've been stabbed lately with life.”
“So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.”