I’d rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction.

Be careful, though." "Aren't I always?" "No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless.

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

I don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.