Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

I had to steal to survive.

I definitely would say, by sixth grade, I was a professional shoplifter - and not because I wanted to. I'm not going out to shoplift earrings or clothes or shoes like the average teenager. I was shoplifting frozen dinners at a grocery store.

Desperate? That can be a justification for all kinds of behavior.

I think I probably have the philosophy of a poor man. You know, like maybe I'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes.

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

Necessity makes an honest man a knave.

When I was a kid, nobody in my family had a car. And I didn't have many toys. The only toys I had were the ones I would steal.

I believe I could commit a crime. We all can. It depends on which situations we find ourselves in. In despair, I would steal food if my children were hungry.

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.

Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it would be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.

An excuse is a skin of a reason stuffed with a lie.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

I don't think you can hold someone accountable for trampling someone else, because that person was probably pushed from behind. But if someone picks your pocket in a crowd, it's no different from any other act of that kind, in another situation.

But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.

In a crazy world, it's only your insanity that will keep you sane

If you want to learn something, just steal it.

Once we assuage our conscience by calling something a "necessary evil", it begins to look more and more necessary and less and less evil.

Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life forms, and they call you crazy.

Craziest thing I ever did for love? It's all crazy. None of it makes any sense, does it, when you're in love with someone. It doesn't make any logical sense. I guess that's why they call it being in love.

There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth.

An excuse is a lie guarded.

I know stealing a foot is weird. But, hello, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird.

He who is good at excuses is generally good for nothing else.

The idea of trying able to explain why you do what you do is absurd.