Drew Lerman

“You think God created the world?" he asks me. "Bullshit. Any kind of benevolent and righteous being would never create a fucking world like this. It's impossible. God didn't fucking create the world."Before he walks away completely, he turns back to me one final time, pointing his finger at me. Some people on the beach look over. "Henry," he says, "the Devil created the world when God wasn't looking"He kicks down the little kids' sand castle and goes somewhere with the girls.”

“When you make an absolute statement, you assume a sense of personal integrity based on a pretense of moral objectivity, which exists only as a faulty heuristic to arrive at an easy conclusion, and deny yourself the responsibility of choice - it's more convenient not to acknowledge your freedom and settle for a less desirable outcome on the grounds that you had no choice, rather than risk acquiring the less desirable outcome by your own will, regardless of the possibility for a better one.”

“Are you okay?" Bill asks.Oh, these questions. I could say:"Yes," which would mean, "No.""No," which would mean, "No, but I'm probably not going to tell you what's the matter anyway.""Yeah," which would mean, "I've been better.""I guess," which would mean, "If you press me, I will probably give you some information.""I don't know," which would mean, "I am breaking down, take what you want - it's all lying in piles of smoky, burning debris on the floor anyway, and I want you to take some pleasure in it. Rub it on your body, you bastard. Love it. Yes, I have post-traumatic stress disorder. Yes, my relationship with Becca is falling apart. Yes, I am spiraling downward. Yes, yes, yes, okay?Everything is fucked up! Is that what you want to hear? Is it? Is it?""I don't know," I say.”

“ We're all martyrs and we're all villains. That's the truth for everything, because it's all subjective. It's all relative.”