“Don’t ask me when be­cause I don’t re­mem­ber, but some­where along the way I keep for­get­ting to com­mit sui­cide.”

“It was just one more pre­dictable mass sui­cide in a world filled with splin­ter groups that limp along un­til they’re con­front­ed.”

“I don’t ex­pect you to un­der­stand,” Adam says. “You’re still the eight-​year-​old sit­ting in school, sit­ting in church, be­liev­ing ev­ery­thing you’re told. You re­mem­ber pic­tures in books. They planned how you’d live your whole life. You’re still asleep.”

“It’s not that I want to get mar­ried. I ad­mire guys who can com­mit to a tat­too.”

“I won­der if run­ning is just an­oth­er fix to a fix to a fix to a fix to a fix to a prob­lem I can’t re­mem­ber.”

“Ev­ery­thing you re­mem­ber is wrong.”

“Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it’s the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.”