Everyone's In Their Own Personal Coma.

You Are Not A Beautiful And Unique Snowflake... This Is Your Life, And It's Ending One Minute At A Time.

In The Big Factory Of Perfecting Human Souls, The Earth Was Kind Of Tumbler. The Sale As The Kind People Use To Polish Rocks. All Souls Come Here To Rub The Sharp Edges Off Each Other. This Isn't Suffering. It's Erosion.

I Would Pay Snakes To Bite Her.

I Spent My Life Attacking Everything Because I Was Too Afraid To Risk Creating Anything.

I Just Don't Want To Die Without A Few Scars.