Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.

My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?

The Bill of Life was signed, the Unwind Accord went into effect, and the war was over. Everyone was so happy to end the war, no one cared about the consequences

...the Statue of Liberty's got this invitation: 'Give me your tired, your poor, your reeking homeless--' 'Huddled masses,' said Ira. 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.' ... Okay, fine. So like everybody in the old countries says, 'Hey, I'm a huddled mass,' and they all wanna come over.

Good in Crisis; Sucks at Normal.’ That about sums up my whole life, doesn’t it?

I'm Switzerland; neutral as can be, and also with great chocolate.

You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.