People can love their lies, tell their lies, believe their own lies until hell pays a visit.

Everyone who doesn't want to believe in supernormal powers says the people who experience them are psycho. What the hell kind of a world is this if all magic moments are psychotic?

Nobody stopped believing that other people were more guilty than they were. Why do people have so much trouble seeing their own faults but such an easy time seeing everyone else's?

People will do and think whatever it is they have to in order to survive.

If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.

I only wish to be gone. Therefore, I AM.

Complete happiness can look so much like complete terror that it's hard to tell them apart.