Scratch my back with a hacksaw!

(...the non-conformist, how do you keep from getting scarred?)/i don’t! i got a scar here…and uh i got a scar on my knee…and uh a few scars on my soul.

I don't think I could stab somebody, 'cause I'm really bad at a Capri Sun.

I don't want to die without any scars.

Scars exist to show that I existed. I myself don’t have any scars, but every single one of my friends has a healed up knife wound deep in their back.

I can't use hope against swords.

The ache that cuts through me is sharper than the blade that cut through my back. It’s like losing Mama all over again.

Because nobody goes though life without a scar.

A man can't ride your back unless it's bent

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

Four hundred years the white man has had his foot-long knife in the black man's back — and now the white man starts to wiggle the knife out, maybe six inches! The black man's supposed to be grateful? Why, if the white man jerked the knife out, it's still going to leave a scar!

Mă tulbură atât de tare, încât nu îmi voi mai găsi niciodată locul.

Never kiss a girl whose brothers have knife scars.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.