All psychopaths are narcissists, they love to read about themselves.
You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave. Every moment since is borrowed. Your wife, your child, they belong to me. We made a bargain for Will’s life, and then I spun you gold.
When misery rains, it pours.
Therapy only works when we have a genuine desire to know ourselves as we are, not as we would like to be.
In love, you take leave of your senses, but in hatred, you must be present to calculate your actions.
I’ll dance at your wedding if you’ll read it to me.
Certain personalities are attracted to certain professions.
An itch easy enough to scratch when there’s cause to celebrate.