Things will escalate. That’s what these things do, they escalate.
Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
Violence makes violence, makes nothing much at all.
I will make a deal with you. Cops find your body, I’ll make it look like a suicide. No reason for the whole town to know I beat you like a b**ch twice.
You know, takin’ your life back, it can be scary sometimes.
The world is turning to s***. And you know what? It’s all your fault.
How hurt you want him? How far do I go? One punch? Two?
“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
You’d hear a noise. A high-pitched, kind of bunny-in-a-bear-trap sound. You’ll know it when it comes. ‘Cause you’re the one who will be making it.
You never know what a person will say, ’til you ask ’em right.
You hate me now? Just you wait. Just you wait.[to Cassidy]
Would it make me the worst person in the world if I kissed you on the day I buried my girlfriend?[to Sabina]
