“I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to forgive yourself.”

“I don't know what it is you see, and I don't know what you're feeling, but when you bring her between us, something happens inside of me.”

“I'm somewhere in the middle. I want both. Or I want it all. Or I only want part of both. I don't know. I just know that you don't always end up happy with what you thought would make you happy. You've probably been there a time or two yourself. You can't always get what you want.”

“See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event -- it's a process. Forgiveness happens while you're asleep, while you're dreaming, while you're inline at the coffee shop, while you're showering, eating, farting, jerking off. It happens in the back of your mind, and then one day you realize that you don't hate the person anymore, that your anger has gone away somewhere. And you understand. You've forgiven them. You don't know how or why. It sneaked up on you. It happened in the small spaces between thoughts and in the seconds between ideas and blinks. That's where forgiveness happens. Because anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth. At least, that's what I hope.”

“I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don't know what happens next, afterward.”

“Lack of success can be attributed to one of two things: You don't know what to do, or you know what to do and you're not doing it.”