You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.

Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.

I could take care of that obstacle for her - I'd tear down anything standing between us - but I couldn't destroy what I couldn't even see.

Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

Even before the withdrawal sets in, you'll do anything to get that feeling back, because as long as it lasts, nothing's wrong. It doesn't matter if you forget something, or lose something. Or if you fail someone. Nothing's wrong and everything feels good, and you never want it to end.

Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.