“He did not smile. "I don't believe in anything, but I'm too much of a gambler not to be affected by a lot of things.”

“I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There's too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.”

“All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.”

“Don't question anything too much. Just take things as they happen.”

“Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.”

“And then he smiled, kind of a quirky half smile that tipped up only the right corner of his mouth. Because of that smile, that goddamn human smile, I had to swallow down a burst of affection that nearly brought tears to my eyes. Instead, I looked away, and hated myself - for my inability to hate him despite the things he said, the things he did, the things he expected.”