“If you ever got me, you wouldn't have a clue what to do with me.”

“Why is it that you’ve never got the least goddamned clue what’s happening inside your own head. Have you ever noticed this trend? Doesn’t it bug you sometimes?”

“What have I got to do to make you love me?
What have I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there?What do I do to make you want me?
What have I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over?
And sorry seems to be the hardest word.”

“Oh I haven't got a clue what to do with you,
Jesus all the things my head is going through.”

“What are the rules," The cop said.
"There are none." Vishous spread his stance and braced himself.
"Do whatever you want… but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.”

“What I gotta do?
Cats don't even have a clue
Can't stand to see
Me kick a flow so unbelievably
And never gave a hand
Askin' 'bout the backup plan
Now that it's true
Forever tellin' me that you always knew”

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.”

“Don't ever let someone tell you, you can't do something. Not even me. You got a dream, you got to protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they want to tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.”

“In any case, if you ever leave me with a handsome man, do not tell me that you trust me because, let me warn you: that is not what will prevent me from deceiving you, if I want to. On the contrary.”

“You are beautiful,” he whispered to me. “If you say so.” “Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?” “That’s not what I mean. I mean—if you say it, then it’s true. You make it true.”