The damaged loves the damaged.

I always really curious to see how people interpret things. I know my version, and I'm kind of bored with my version so I want to see their version.

Suicide is very contagious.

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.

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

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

The bad news is we don't have any control. The good news is we can't make any mistakes.