You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

“You're a poem?' I repeated.She chewed her lower lip. 'If you want. I am a poem,…”

“I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happene…”

“When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean any…”

“You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there…”