“Hating, hating, hating, that’s all I ever hear. People are never just people. No, everybody’s a faggot or a dyke or a nigger or a dirty Jew or a goddamn liberal or something.” She clenched her fists and pressed them to her temples. “Oh, Jesus, I’m so sick of it. And now you’re willing to forget everything that was good about Lissa and despise her memory just because she had something inside that made her love women instead of men?” Eyes ablaze: “Is that the kind of person you are?”

“It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.”

“I hated to leave her and I hated tobe near her,because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.”

“If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.”

“But only people you care about can hurt you. That doesn't mean I love her. Hate is not the opposite of love; not caring is. And as long as I hate her, I still care about her, and she has the power to hurt me. To make me hate myself.”

“Men loved her but she was the woman, all women loved to hate. She was Bridget Jones gone wrong. She knew the price of everything and the value of nothing.”