Never, ever mistake my silence for a weakness. Nobody plans a murder out loud.

I am a barnacle on the bottom of the boat of reality.

There could be a ghost aggressively breakdancing beside you and you'd have no idea.

I traded my halo for some horns. You?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AHEAD, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? No, but I scraped my knees climbing up from hell.

Some days I wonder, do people really need me? Why do I bother living? But then I think of all the good times I've had, and I rethink my thoughts.