When I lose control, I lose my cool and I pass the point of no RTN.

For a control freak, love and the desire to control others are synonymous. Once they lose control over the object of their desire, hostility takes over in full force.

There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded efforts to keep a tight ontological control are rendered silly and indulgent.

When I pass the bar, you'll be barred from bars but put behind them.

The need for control always comes from someone that has lost it.

He said he loves her more because she makes him smile. Fine! I'll give him the Glasgow smile. Beat that, bitch!