Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

I just want the pain to end.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.