“She HATED to think about her sins.”

“God doesn't hate sin because He is holy. He hates sin because He is love. Sin is anything that goes against love. And for God to truly be love He must hate those things that hurt those He cares about. He hates sin because sin hurts you. Not because He has some holier-than-thou ego trip.”

“I hate fallen angels. They can talk about nothing but their fall and sins.”

“But only people you care about can hurt you. That doesn't mean I love her. Hate is not the opposite of love; not caring is. And as long as I hate her, I still care about her, and she has the power to hurt me. To make me hate myself.”

“She wouldn't come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn't come back here... but God, I wanted her to.”

“It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.”