This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

Just each of us being me, me, me first. The murderer, the victim, the witness each of us thinks our role is the lead. Probably that goes for anybody in the world.

The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.