“Because talent won't be quiet, doesn't know how to be quiet," he said. "Whether it's a talent for safe-cracking, thought-reading, or dividing ten-digit numbers in your head, it screams to be used. It never shuts up. It'll wake you in the middle of your tiredest night, screaming, 'Use me, use me, use me! I'm tired of just sitting here! Use me, fuckhead, use me!”
“I’m not used to quiet girls. Moaning girls—screaming girls, now that I’m used to. Quiet worries me, makes me feel as if I’m doing something wrong.”
“The same ten minutes that magazines urge me to use for sit-ups and triceps dips, I used for sobbing.”
“Talent is like a ladder, it'll take you up to God or down to Hell. It depends on how you use it.”
“Just cause you get used to something doesn't mean you like it." He added, snapping the magenta, "You're used to me.”
“You used to make a gift to me of words.Now you just use them against me.”