I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

We will K‘Vruck the world.

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.

If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.