The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were doomed.

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

A duck walks into a bar and the bartender asks, what'll it be? The duck doesn't answer because it's a duck.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?