Griping isn't the same as creating something. Rebelling isn't rebuilding. Ridiculing isn't replacing. We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

Don't write about your most emotionally charged moment as a learning thing.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.

I want you to invent it. I want you to have that skill. To create your own reality. Your own set of laws. I want to try and teach you that.