Do not rebuke mockers, or they will hate you; rebuke the wise, and they will love you.

So will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon.

Who is the wise man? He who sees what's going to be born.

I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There's no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it.

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.