Citations

god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own

Here’s a penny for your thoughts, and a quarter to not tell them.

I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make god cry.

I’ve got a date with destiny and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss.

You can’t be nice to everyone because being nice to certain people is inherently cruel to others.

Even fate picks its favourites.

Everybody needs their own messiah, but at some point he's getting nailed up, and how you deal with that is a measure of your maturity.

There’s a certain nobility in lying in bed all day wishing things weren’t the way they are.

He didn't have a word for "home," but he knew it was something to be defended.

The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice.

If all I care about in life is the imprints I make in this world, then the most I’ll ever leave is a grave.

My point is that, if death is certain anyway, what’s the harm in trying to live a little longer? At the very worst, you’ll still end up dead like you wanted, but at best, you might actually be happy.

Decay exists as an extant form of life.

Do I drag my carcass to the mountaintop once more? Just to scream a warning that will go unheeded and unheard? Or do I end it?

Everything happens so much.

Shame is our currency in the economy of degeneracy. If you wanna be weird you gotta pay for it by feeling bad.

To your battle stations, boys! It’s time to line up and see who’s tall enough for the roller coaster to hell! Some of us may not survive this, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward.... paid.

I'm alive because they made me alive.
They saved my life, so I'll save theirs.

Facing the murky unknown, together

“One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.”

I am a monument to all your sins.

To become God is the loneliest achievement of all.

Pick a god and pray.

Do you think that Jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross and thought of home ?

Then become the dirt I walk on.