“I like things to be clearly defined. Trouble brews when the lines are blurred. When people don't know where they stand.”

“I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurred at the edges, became an amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.”

“A girl's life was defined by lines: fine lines, hairlines, bikini lines, class lines, the tightrope line between being a good girl and a slut. But there was always a moment when the lines blurred and a good girl had to decide whether to toe the line, cross the line, or stay safe behind the line that guarded her virtue.”

“I believe there’s a place on the brink of suffering where all of one’s emotions gather like great philosophers. They reason amongst themselves on the best course of action. But it is only when love stands up and decides when and where the line must be drawn that all of the other emotions fall silent in agreement because they know that love is never wrong. It’s in that moment of pure love that decisions and action become clear.”

“When dreams are not clear, the results are often as blurred. You won't be able to arrive at your desired destination if you are not certain of where you're going. You have to be able to see clearly and perfectly.”

“I don't like people. I don't like any kind of people. When you get them together in a big lump they all get nasty and dirty and full of trouble. So I don't like people including you. That's what a misanthropist is.”