“How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.”

“And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.”

“Tell me–how old are you, Reuben? I'm thirty-eight. How is that for total honesty? Do you know many women who volunteer they're thirty-eight?”

“Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt”

“How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.”

“They know how bad they are. They don't care. They do what they do because...because they love it.”

“No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.”