“Who wants to be a twenty-five-year-old fat, moody, moon-faced, blind, brittle-boned diabetic with no immune system if there is any other possible way to deal with the situation? I was single. Can't you just see that match.com ad? Bloated, anemic, moody, bald, pale female seeks--anyone. Anyone!”

“Someone else said to me, "I wish I could just lay around in the bed and read." You know, it's okay to have the thought--just don't say it out loud. If your life is so miserable that you're envious of someone who's just been diagnosed with a debilitating illness, maybe it's time to make a few life adjustments.”

“You making jokes about my illness? Not funny. Me making jokes about my illness? Funny.”

“Her emotions were raw, and she was on edge. Don't let things fester, Gus used to tell him and his sisters as kids. You need to cry, cry. You need to throw something, throw something. Just don't hurt anyone.”

“...I can't answer that," replied the werewolf. "Like all good dogs, I'm a cynic, and therefore a little blind. I can only see things as they are, not as they ought to be...”

“I wish I would have been there for you.” He finally found his voice. “I wish I would have been there to beat up all the children who bullied you, to shoot your father dead the first time he broke one of your bones. I wish I would have been there to sweep you out of town and save you from the horrors you went through.”Her eyes widened in surprise and then immediately narrowed as she shook her head. “I didn’t need to have a hero in my life, Mark. I needed to figure out how to be my own hero. I took the easy way out. I allowed small-town people to label me and then I did my very best to live up to the label they’d provided. It’s taken me thirty-seven years to realize I don’t need a hero. I’m all I need and I’m strong enough to build the rest of my life alone.”

“Excuse me.Nine hours ago, I broke off the single most pointlessly agonizing one-way relationship of my young life.It was a thin slice of hell, and now it is over.. He's not mine. He never will be mine, and I've thrown away three years of my life pining and hoping. Well, not anymore, and I need to get him out of my system. I've given the matter serious thought, and all I want right now is for some total stranger to nail me to a mattress for the next fourteen hours. I will almost certainly cry all over you and call you by his name, but I assure you that my sexual frustration has built to such a fever peak that I will fuck you dry. What do you say?""whine”