try picking on someone my own size.

these bitter songs you sing, they're not helping anything. they won't make you strong.

he was never more sinister than when he was most polite, which is probably the truest test of breeding.

you've been playing at a game called remembering your name and you fucked it up

if you call him and he doesn't come (which is a thing swans are good at)

the fatal flaw in every plan is the assumption that you know more than the enemy.

let's begin at the beginning: we're lovers and we're losers. we're heroes and we're pioneers, we're beggars and we're choosers.

he feels like a human being, and the feeling is electric.

who really cares about the end result if i didn't try?

i'm supposed to keep the peace, i am! if i kill someone to do it, i'm reading the wrong manual!

every day, i fight for my life and win. every night, i fight to remember my name and lose.

hard to have faith, ain’t it, when you read too many books?

he did not gird his loins, because he wasn’t certain how you did that and had never dared ask, but he adjusted his hat and stepped out into the wild night under the thick, uncommunicative clouds.

clowns are the pegs on which the circus is hung

no, we all can't be superfly. gq, phd, fbi.

sticks and stones may break my bones, but names can never hurt me, especially when I do not understand them.

welcome to fear. it's hope, turned inside out.

it doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works.

big naturals

i just want to get dicked down again =/