“I know there's still good in you, Jude," I whispered. "You were always such a saint...and now you're lost. But you're still my brother.”

“You were always such a saint...and now you're lost.”

“And after all this time that you still owe, you're still a good-for nothing I don't know.”

“No, Keeks - this is a good thing. It's been hell - I know it has. But I don't want to be without... us. You;re the person I - you're my life, Keeks. You have been and you will be and you are. i don't know how you want me to say it. You're for me - you are me. We've always known that - and there's no way out now anyway. I love you. You're for me.”

“I think as you get older you become more of who you always were. You become a more concentrated version of yourself. You really learn who you are, why you're unique, who you've always been [...] There's a winnowing away of nonessentials, sometimes essentials, it's true, but what remains is your core, your essence, the real 'you,' and you realize you're still you without what you've lost as long as you still have all your marbles--or most of them anyway.”

“There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.”