It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

and i can't stand the idea of being alone. i can't bear the thought of being free.

I don't want to die without a few scars.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.

We've spent so much time judging what other people created that we've created very, very little of our own.