“I know you didn’t. And I know it doesn’t matter what I say now, because I fucked things up…just like I always do.”

“And I know it doesn't matter what I say now, because I fucked things up... just like I always do.""Trav?""Yeah?""Don't drive drunk on your bike anymore, okay?”

“Sometimes it just doesn’t seem to matter that I know what I should be doing. I still do what I am gonna do.”

“I love you, Trace. I always have. Just remember that, okay? Hold on to it. No matter what I say or what I do... and trust me, I'll do some terrible things. Just know. I love you. With every fiber of my being.”

“I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.”

“He says: ‘it doesn’t matter. What I know is that I could do this with you’ — he makes a movement with his hands like a baker, kneading a loaf of bread — ‘and afterwards you’d be different.”