we know horror not just when we see it; sometimes we don’t even know it then, but we always know it when we feel it.

when are you going to get married? when are you going to have children? when are you going to settle down?

burn in hell? such limited imagination.

don't play innocent, i know what you meant when you said you'd come over.

him and god are supposed to be at war with each other, but— if god hates sin and satan punishes the sinners— aren’t they working the same side of the street? aren’t the judge and the executioner on the same team?

i know that we got problems. who are they to criticize? if i tell you all my secrets, would you tell me all your lies?

i will be the razor, baby, i will be the pill; i am the ambulance that never comes, the antidote you spill, and in the accident i'll be the failure in your brakes. i am the truth you couldn't take, i am the mistake— worst you ever made.

if there is a god, he will have to beg for my forgiveness.

there'll be a pagan congregation.

i mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

i still got scars on my back from your knife.

with a face like this i won't break any hearts and thinking like that i won't make any friends.

who taught you to be kind to the face of cruelty? speak up for yourself.

i thought i'd see you around, but you're dead now.

i prayed last night and woke up the same size.

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.

i'm sorry i didn't respond to your text. i've been losing my mind. let's catch up soon.

staring down a barrel, why are you so nervous?

i do not claim that god is dead. i tell you: he is alive and well, but in no position to offer salvation; being damned himself for his lacrimal indifference.

i don't love you liked i loved you yesterday.