“Was I saved, or was fate simply too damn busy killing other people that day to catch up to me, too?”

“Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.”

“I hope I'm never a mom. But if I am, I'll make damn sure my kids look up to me.”

“Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?”

“My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i'm willing to take risks”

“I fell into a big pit of black depression. That happens sometimes, when too much shit gets flung at me at once. It's like all the external pressure sucks into me, then tries to escape again. But it can't. So it builds. Throbs. Makes me feel like my skin is anxious to split. I think that feeling is why some people cut - little slices so they don't shred completely.”

“Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.”