It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

To some of us, the nights are too long. To some, the days.

You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

I tagged a first-timer one night at fight club. That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel’s face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. That’s the rule. If it’s your first night in fight club, you have to fight. I knew that so I tagged him because the insomnia was on again, and I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful.

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.