Things Would Get Difficult Again. But That

It Is War Now, And Armies Need Symbols.

That Is What Hatred Is. It Will Feed You And At The Same Time Turn You To Rot. It Is Hard And Deep And Angular, A System Of Blockades. It Is Everything And Total. Hatred Is A High Tower. In The Wilds, I Start To Build, And To Climb.

The Flip Side Of Freedom Is This: When You're Completely Free, You're Also Completely On Your Own.

If You Cross A Line And Nothing Happens, The Line Loses Meaning.

The Idea—the Fact Of It, The Fact That He Even Noticed And Thought About Me For More Than One Second—is Huge And Overwhelming, Makes My Legs Go Tingly And My Hands Feel Numb.