Nothing is ever fixed--only mended until the next time it breaks.

I'm glad you still know how to lie--it would be a shame to see that disappear.

I want to be done with my addiction--it does not let me think clearly.

Syllogisms are taking over my mind. I am a logical nightmare. When I wind you I want it to be permanent.

He can see where her broken heart ends and his apathy begins. The hole in his being where there should be a heart causes him much distress.