It's painful fighting for freedom. Freedom has demands. To begin, we must admit we're slaves.

Tell me what you’re looking for and i will become that for you. I can sacrifice my inner freedoms for you without looking twice at my old journals and solid promises I made to myself about such things. But you must be prepared to kill me when the smiles are no longer frequent. Do it while I sleep. While I hold your hand. Do it fast, baby. Do it fast.

Sanity and sense becomes a prison.

Didn't know where I was going. Didn't care where I ended up. I knew I'd be okay though.

When you don't make it too far from the plantation, you might as well befriend your captors.

What if "redemption" means not only freeing yourself from what you've done, but also from what's been done to you?