I'm crazy, boy. I'm a madman. I could eat both of you for dinner and love every bite.

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

And you, Tommy” the boy said, lowering his voice. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here and asking me to leave with you. A lot of bloody nerve. The sight of you makes me sick

WICKED is good

Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

She means the world to me, and nothing will ever change that.