“How does it feel to know that even at my worst, you're still not good enough?”
“I'm not normal, Tate.""I know." Her hand was working its way under my shirt, then touching my skin, sliding over my chest and stomach. "Does this feel good?"I closed my eyes and nodded. "You're normal enough.”
“So how do you know when you're a winner? Easy. It's when good is not good enough.”
“Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.”
“When you're thirty you're old enough to know better,but still young enough to go ahead and do it.”
“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.”