“You hate this.You need more something.”

“You want enough to fill you up. You want more cocaine and more vodka. You want more of all of them, of men, of the things that stick out of them, egos and Marlboro reds and dirty words about banging your perfect ass.”

“You even consider the idea of leving with a thing posessed. You could do it. You have to do something. You have to do someone.”

“Everybody wants more, and everybody should, what . . . should strive for being the best human being she can be. Or he can be. That people make mistakes is part of the sad side of living, along with dying and maiming and all the rest.”

“Nothing that comes through synthesizrs can fix you, or give you your fix. Nothing here.”

“Decide then as you set your jaw and clench your teeth that you will get rid of your boy. Promise yourself this. You will get rid of your boy as soon as the cocaine and money run out. Promise yourself. Try to remember the word. Promise. Swear.”

“Remember, this is important: Never trust that you will be saved by anyone.”