Hello, friend. Hello, friend. That’s lame. Maybe I should give you a name. But that’s a slippery slope. You’re only in my head. We have to remember that.
I have all these voices in my head, but yours… it’s the only one I can’t live without.
If you can’t kill your enemy, weaken him. If you can’t cut off his head, take his heart.
Sometimes family is more than just the people under your roof. They’re people who jump in, head first, who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves to help you, who don’t hide their faces in shame if you fall down.
You’re the first person I ever pictured a future with. You’re also the first person I ever shot in the head.
Kill the body, the head will die.
When heart and head are in conflict, every choice may feel like agony.
It is said that the heart is forever making the head its fool. And when one chooses the heart over the head, often, all reason goes out of the window.
