There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

I'm a big stupid history nerd.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.