What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.

As a lower-class kid, I was raised to think success would be owning stuff. Having that great job, too. Now I find my parents' dream was wrong. You never really own anything. And you're never really finished as a person.

You can’t fool people into loving you.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.

You're not getting this back you know. Consider it an asshole tax.

Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.

Make me into anything, but just love me.