(...) Since I was a kid." "Which you refer to as 'back when you were happy.'" "Right.

Of course I wasn't abused. If I were; things would be so simple. I'd have a reason to for being in a shrinks office. I'd have a justification and something to work on. The world wasn't going to give me something that tidy.

I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of living.

You all right, man?' This should be my name. I could be like a super hero: You All Right Man. Ah...' I stumble. Don't bug Craig,' Ronny is like. 'He's in the Craig zone. He's Craig-ing out.

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.