My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.

I guess I just couldn't see standing there -- alive, talking, thinking, breathing, being -- one second, and dead the next. It really bothered me. Death by violence isn't the same as dying any other way, accident or disease or old age. It just ain't the same.

It ain't fair that we have all the rough breaks!

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

I didn't think much about that statement then. But later I would-I still do. I think about it and think about it until I think I'm going crazy.

...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?