“May I give you a piece of advise? ... Don't feel sorry for yourself, only arseholes do that.”

“Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.”

“I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.”

“Stop what? Cheering you up? Or is life supposed to stop because you did something horrible? I'll tell you the real horrible truth, Anita. No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself. And I don't see you doing that.”

“Abba, you may not like it, but what I'm doing is important. If you don't agree, then I'm sorry. I can't do anything about it.”

“Can't you see that I'm only advising you to beg yourself not to be so dumb?”