“(S)omehow I've survived again. I don't know how to stop.—Ruth”

“Do you ever think of her?' she asked.They were quiet again. All the time,' Ruth said. A chill ran down my spine. 'Sometimes I think she's lucky, you know. I hate this place.'Me too,' Ray said. 'But I've lived other places. This is just a temporary hell, not a permanent one.'You're not implying...'She's in heaven, if you believe in that stuff.'You don't?'I don't think so, no.'I do,' Ruth said. 'I don't mean la-la angel wing crap, but I do think there's a heaven.'Is she happy?'It is heaven, right?'But what does that mean?'The tea was stone-cold and the first bell had already rung. Ruth smiled into her cup. 'Well, as my dad would say, it means she's out of this shithole.'~pgs 82-83”

“I've come too far, and I don't know how to get back.”

“You don't know shits I through in my life. You don't know how many times I've fucked. You don't know me.”

“There will be days that I don't think we'll know how to survive. But we will, because we have each other.”

“I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.”