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“I couldn't have you coming back here and making off with all of my belongings.”

I’m the peacemaker and I’ll fuck over anyone who gets in my way.

What's more terrifying? Fear or the frightened?

Sometimes I’ll hear a joke that reminds me of you. And I'll feel sad because I have no way of telling you about it.

God loves the sinners best 'cause our fire burns bright, bright, bright.

And so, my question to you is, if the idea of illness can become illness, what else about our reality is actually a disorder?

I’m the revealer of masks. When I appear, friend becomes foe. And the one that you love becomes the one that you hate. What am I?

You decide what is real and what is not. You. Your will.

I’m more than a man. I’m an idea. A philosophy.  And I will live on in the shadows with Gotham's discontent. You'll be seeing me soon.

There's no such thing as truth. It's bullshit. Everyone has their own truth, and life just does whatever the fuck it wants.

I guess it’s like what they say, we all could go insane with just one bad day.  

For a delusion to thrive, other, more rational ideas must be rejected, destroyed. Only then can the delusion blossom into full-blown psychosis.