“Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.”

“How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.”

“And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose.”

“You're mental. I always knew you were.”

“Are you the same? Is it only afterward that you think of what you should have said, the killer response,the put-down that would make them stay put down?”

“You can not escape death: the end always reach you.”

“He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.”