You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.

The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a stone, and they'll find me. Look in the mirror, and they'll find me...If you really want to know what makes someone a killer, ask yourself what would make you do it.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?

Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours.

When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?