“And Kyle says, "It's like when I'm with her, all the shit from my past doesn't even matter. Nothing does. I don't think about anything but her.”

“As much as I want her by my side forever, I think an even more terrifying prospect than losing her is me standing in the way of her full potential.”

“I'm not that. You of all people should know that. You should know that I would only destroy those good things about her. "Or maybe you're just scared," she says.”

“You don't confront people about things that are out of your control. You bury it inside and you move the fuck on. That's how you deal with shit. It makes you stronger. That's why I'm not weak like my mother. Laura."What?"We're all fucking weak.”

“Do you guys ever feel like you're locked inside a car that's moving really fast?"What kinda car?" Chris asks. Like a fucking red Monte Carlo with a black racing stripe cutting through the middle of it, and there's some superintense Fantomas shit jolting from the car speakers, like Mike Patton and Buzz Osbourne just completely losing it, but no steering wheel. The car doesn't have one. And the car is so out of control, right? It's swerving all over the road, and you're crying, pounding your fists against the window trying to jump out of it, trying to bail from it, and then all of these people start popping up on the road, like your parents and your sister and your friends, and the car is playing human dodgeball with them. It's trying to not run anyone over, but it's not slowing down, either, and then some junkie babe pops up in the middle of the road and the car destroys her, leaving her mangled body in its burnt rubber path, and then it keeps on going and going even though it can't maintain anything close to the same speed.”

“Everything has fallen apart.Claire stops laughing suddenly and takes a drag. She says, "Shit, Travis. Like anything was ever put together in the first place.”

“And Cliff goes, "It just makes you wonder."About what?"About what we could get away with if we wanted to."My throat tightens. Cliff says, "Probably all kinds of stuff."I feel nauseous. Smiling, Cliff says, "Probably anything.”