my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now.

Most of the time-- 99 percent of the time-- you just don't know how and why the threads are looped together, and that's okay. Do a good thing and something bad happens. Do a bad thing and something good happens. Do nothing and everything explodes.

You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".

It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.