“There was no emotion in my blood. There was no anger. There was nothing. It was dead silence in my brain.”

“my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me.”

“My mom told me that I should trust the man who could see the sorrow behind my smile, the love behind my anger, and the reasons behind my silence.”

“This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.”

“The talk is in your world. In mine – there is eternal silence. My silence sings, my emptiness is full. I lack nothing. You cannot know my world until you are there.”

“Why, then, are my hands red
with the blood of so many dead?
Is this where I was misled?”

“I told my brain., said my brain. My brain refused to get out of my head. Inconsiderate brain.”

“My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight, but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate.”

“I would have scattered their blood and brains like rain I would manure the Eleven Mile with their bloated carcasses and yet remember there is not one drop of murderous blood in my Veins.”

“The happiness of the world is nothing for me
for my heart is left with no feeling besides blood.”