I don’t truly know what I did or didn’t do. I can say I am a convicted murderer, which is true. I am convicted. And I can say that I killed her, too… Hanna… which I have said more than once. And I can even imagine that I killed her, which I have imagined, because that’s what I’ve been asked to do multiple times. But I honestly can’t say that I did, in fact, kill her. Because I just don’t remember, for the life of me.

I think, therefore I am. I think too much, therefore I am not. I am not, therefore I am nothing. I am nothing, therefore I am dead. And if I am dead, then why am I still so goddamn lonely?

Aren’t you either an artist or not an artist?

Don’t get attached to people. There’s a downside.

Not all who wander are lost.