People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It's simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you'll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don't.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.