Believe In Me And Die Forever.

People Will Listen To You Only When They Know You're Dying, Otherwise They're Just Waiting For Their Turn To Talk.

For The Record, Knowing When People Are Only Pretending To Like You Isn't Such A Great Skill To Have.

I Suppose It’s Comfort, Perhaps A Sense Of Self-control, Doing Worse Things To Yourself Than The World Will Ever Dare Inflict.

Burn The Louvre, And Wipe Your Ass With The Mona Lisa. This Way At Least, God Would Know Our Names.

Give Me Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism.