“Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.”
“I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.”
“Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.”
“Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over”
“I really hate pain. I'd pull my own soul out if it meant I could stop the pain.”
“I hate them for not being in pain like me, hate them for being able to enjoy themselves. Hate myself for feeling that way.”