I'm fascinated by the whole issue of arousal addiction, which seems to be mostly a problem for young men.

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.

That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you’d never want to own or do another thing. That if you could eat or sleep enough, you’d never need more. That if enough people loved you, you’d stop needing love.

Your past is just a story. And once you realize this it has no power over you.

The best fights don't occur between strangers. They occur between friends who trust each other.

Jump way back to one time, Evie and me did this fashion shoot in a junk yard, in a slaughterhouse, in a mortuary. We'd go anywhere to look good by comparison, and what I realize is mostly what I hate about Evie is the fact that she's so vain and stupid and needy. But what I hate most is how she's just like me. What I really hate is me so I hate pretty much everybody.

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