What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.