“You're only as sick as your secrets.”
“We're only as sick as the secrets we keep.”
“We are as sick as our secrets.”
“...but then I think how I grew sick of kissing him. How can you spend your life with a person you're sick of kissing?”
“There's a secret sickness called Lisa. Like all sicknesses, it's miserable and it comes on at night.”
“You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.”