“Hell, I suppose if you stick around long enough they have to say something nice about you.”
“Nothing about this thing we have is a bad thing. I’m not gonna lie about it: I don’t deserve you. I’m sure as hell not good enough for you, but as long as you want me, I’m all yours.”
“If you can't say something nice about a person, go ahead”
“If it's true, does it have to be nice? If you have something true to say, but you don't say it because you just want to be nice, isn't that sort of like a lie?”
“... there is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.”
“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”