The reason people treat me like I’m nothing is because I’m nothing.
The only way this works is if you believe that you’re these people so much that you dream like them.
That’s how it is with people. Nobody cares how it works as long as it works.
Some people read because they cannot think for themselves.
Some people only understand a good punch in the nose.
Some people are worth melting for.
People think they understand pain. They have no concept of it beyond their own worst experience.
People scare better when they’re dying.
People really don’t know what they want until you show it to them.
People needed to believe we had a chance of getting out. But maybe now, we have a real chance.
People love serial killers.
One cannot be betrayed, if one has no people.
