The biggest lies we save for ourselves.

Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.

Each day the memories weigh a little heavier. Each day they drag you down that bit further. You wind them around you, a single thread at a time, and you weave your own shroud, you build a cocoon, and in it madness grows.

Hate will keep you alive where love fails

Humanity can be divided into madmen and cowards. My personal tragedy is in being born into a world where sanity is held to be a character flaw.

I've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.