I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I've likely given the poor man a heart attack.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind.

There was something about my face,she said, that she couldn't stand. Something about my eyes, the way I looked at her, the fact I even existed. She'd always tell me to stop looking at her. She'd always scream it. Like I might attack her. Stop looking at me, she'd scream. You just stop looking at me, she'd scream.She put my hand in the fire once.Just to see if it would burn, she said. Just to check if it was a regular hand, she said.I was 6 years old then.I remember because it was my birthday.

People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I've fallen for her.And I've fallen.So hard.I've hit the ground.

I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us week, not our actions.