You don't have to do this," Ronan said."There isn't anything else, man.""There's reality."Kavinsky laughed the word. "Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you.""Reality's where other people are," Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. "What's here, K? Nothing! No one!""Just us."There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said."That's not enough," Ronan replied.

People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.

People being nice for no apparent reason always made me suspicious. People being nice to me with no apparent reason made me even more suspicious.

We were so little when you took away all our sins.

He was kind. People bothered him. He thought we should be more concerned with the world around us and how our actions would affect things years down the road.

It is not the outside of people that bothers me, but the inside.