There's a set of unspoken rules we live by when it comes to fighting. We can't help it. It comes from living in a civilized world. Even when you're fighting your hardest, somewhere deep down, you know how far you can go. But today the rules are gone. Today I fight not to win, but to destroy.

I don't want to be empty on the inside.

They were the screams of riders torn apart by the twisted reflections of their own inner selves.

Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?

Who says I'm insane?" "Oh you're sane alright. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.