Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me.
— Criss JamiLingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the 'true colors' of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one's natural self.
— Criss JamiYou know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.
— Karen Quan