“Well, yelling real loud, that's an important skill to have, too. You never know when you might walk right in front of a train and her yelling's all that stands between you and eternity. But for that yell, you'd be flat, and there's nothing worse than a flat boy, just kind of ruins the day for everyone.”
“Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.”
“Don't yell at me." "This is not yelling. This is panicked loud talking!”
“They say that 'Guns don't kill people, people kill people.' Well I think the gun helps. If you just stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill too many people.”
“And even if you hate her, can't stand her, even if she's ruining your life, there's something about her, some romance, some power. She's absolutely herself. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get to her. And when she dies, the world will be flat, too simple, reasonable, fair.”
“You know what a mistake is, right?""Like when Mommy yells at me and then says she is sorry later.”