"i am in love with you." no, no, that's too subtle.

I ain't got nobody And it's always the same old thing I wish I had someone Singing with me

he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.

sorry im late professor, im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis

What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love? What's more wrong, that I too wish to be great Or my mother wished she'd had a son?

I saw someone walking towards the door to let them in. It wasn’t Graham. I can’t stress enough how much this was not Graham.

I should tell them that I'm not afraid to die

for all my spite, i might never win the fight but i will rage against the light forever more

“Say goodnight. Tell me to leave, Alina.”

"it's gettin' dark." "damn right it is." "you should come inside, son." "damn right i should." "why- oh, no... what's happened, son?"

The clouds never expect it when it rains But the sea changes colours But the sea does not change

Sometimes, people say they love you. But they don’t. They love who they want you to be, and they hate it when you’re anything else.

"leave me here." "i can't, i still want to care about you." "after everything? stop it! leave me here!"

tom thumb you're only hurting yourself now you're powerless and i tower over tom thumb you're only wasting your life now

the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Who do I think I am? Who am I to think that she would follow me into the cold and dark again?

murder as a romantic act. i am normal.

Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.

the patron saint of switchblade fights

come to my study when you're ready to end it. it's okay, charles. don't worry. you did a good job. i'm proud of you.