I'm a good person," I said, "because I know what good people are supposed to act like, and I copy them.

Ready...set-y...spaghetti!

Here was something that I did all the time, and thought nothing of it, and it turns out the rest of the world thinks it's completely reprehensible. That's when I knew I needed to change, so I started making rules. The first one was; Don't mess with animals.

Life comes from death, and weakness teaches us strength.

It doesn't matter how many they kill," I told him. "And it's not awesome-it's wrong." "Then why do you talk about them all the time?" asked Max. "Because wrong is interesting.

Humans aren't defined by death, and they're not defined by what they lack. They're defined by their connections.

I didn't know how to explain what I meant; sociopathy wasn't just being emotionally deaf, it was being emotionally mute, too. I felt like the characters on our muted TV, waving their hands and screaming and never saying a word out loud.