Men are destroyed for being rebellious, and women destroy themselves by failing to be rebellious. Unless you can make that next jump to either getting along with people or resisting people, you are ultimately destroying yourself.

When you're an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or stoned or hungry. Still, when you compare this to other feelings, to sadness, anger, fear, worry, despair, and depression, well, an addiction no longer looks so bad. It looks like a very viable option.

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.

You realize you have no control over how you're perceived.

Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it's the only way they can get anything really finished.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.