Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.

It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope.