Mark Hunt Quotes

I think in terms of the parents that I had, I sort of drew a bad hand, or bad karma; who knows? And I did have a family that was complicated, with some quite eccentric members. So there was a lot of grist there.

I was a bit of a troubled kid growing up, let's put it that way. I didn't take pleasure in hard work.

I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.

I was a monster, a problem child.

I'd describe 'Born to Kill' as a 'study in psychopathy', it's very much in the heads of our main protagonist, Sam, a young boy dealing with dark, twisted psychotic desires. It's also a coming-of-age story.

As every man is hunted by his own daemon, vexed by his own disease, this checks all his activity.

Before rap came along, I was, actually, actively in the streets; getting in trouble, doing the wrong thing.

I heard someone's playing hooky,' Zach told me. He smiled. Standing there, it felt almost like nothing bad had ever happened- or would ever happen again 'There's a boy in my life,' I told him. 'He's a very bad influence.' Then Zach nodded. 'Bad boys have a way of doing that. But they're worth it.

I am so sick of you smart kids. Why can't you just boost cars or steal stuff like normal kids?' 'We do steal stuff. Just bigger stuff.

Sex problems never are, they are troubles of the heart.

Juvenile delinquency serves many purposes, including that of providing sadistic adults with fantasies suited to their special tastes.

Your demons are always with you, Skale answered. His voice seemed even raspier than the day before. Don't you understand that by now? Always with you, impossible to escape. But you never can guess how they might manifest themselves.

Am I a troubled kid? Yeah, you could say that.

Whenever I am doing anything else, which is most of the time, even if it is not something like robbing a bank, I feel felonious. Writing is what I'm supposed to be doing.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.

I'm wired with a little bit of self-loathing, not that kind of self-loathing that paralyzes me, but it's there. The things I'm most loved for are sometimes the things that annoy me, not my favorite stuff, but those flashes of genius moments, they're called, I rarely see them as a one eureka light bulb idea.

Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.

No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors.

I was really in to shiny things when I was younger and I stole a shiny tag for my dog. I didn't get caught. I hope I don't go to jail for that.

Lord deliver me from myself.

I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

When I was in seventh grade, I was caught stealing money from the visiting team's locker room during a basketball game. So I was sent to The Brothers. That's what they called this parochial school up in Goshen, New York. I was supposed to get closer supervision there and more "masculine influence," whatever that means. But I was thrown out for telling a couple of really lame kids on the playground that I had heroin.

Inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.