We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

This is what happens when nice people are pushed too far. We give too many chances, and so when we've finally had enough, we are well and truly done. When a nice person shuts a door on you, it's shut for good.

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

It's strange, isn't it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it's too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there's no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we're not ours anymore.

Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.

A person who says "it's your decision" is informing you that your decision sucks.

Here, kitty, kitty, Chico says. The cover of his cage is still on, making his tiny clown voice slightly muffled. I feel bad for him under there, just waiting to start his evil little day...Freud walks toward Chico in his slinky fashion, sits under his cage and just stares. We have satanic pets...our pets seem to have made a pact with the devil.