“she knows how to make me feel better - when she isn't making me feel like an asshole”

“You want to carry some peace-making message to him?""If it'll help," she agrees."Okay. Tel him he's an absolute bastard-a scrawny, ugly, bald motherfucker who is going to die cold and alone. He'll know what it means.”

“I'm not invisible. I have desires. I want to be touched and held and told that I'm worth something. I am not pitiful. I am better than you can imagine. I have talents. I have successes and failures. I love my life. I sometimes feel dissatisfied with the world. I come from a place of love, not death. I am special. I matter. I can be the most interesting person in the room. I can blend in and that's okay. I'm somebody. I'm a nobody. I feel deeply and I want to be allowed to show it. I don't want to be judged. I can be judgmental. When you give me platitudes and you belittle my feelings. I'm brave. I'm scared. I'm wandering. I have plans. I will be the best me I can be. I am not who I think I am. I am not who you think I am; I am who I think you think I am, so think well of me, please.”

“You're bored?" she says incredulously. "You have two hands and a penis. This shouldn't be a difficult equation.”

“You have a certain charm, believe it or not. That, and you feed me.”

“I’m going to kill you, you know.”

“You are so inconvenient to my existence. That I can't even stand to look at you. I look at myself in the mirror. And you stare back. You are me and I am you. This inconvenient existence. One living, the other dying. You consume my existence. And I let you. 'Cause I love you.”