“It's really starting to get to me and I'm not sure how to handle it because I can't remember ever letting anything get to me before. I can't remember ever feeling this fucking vulnerable.”

“It's nice to live in that world inside your head that abides by your little idealist wishes, ya know, where everyone is straight up about their intentions and never uses people or lies about anything. But seriously, that ain't how this shit works, and the quicker you get that and stop throwing these rushed judgments onto people who are living a life that you have no fucking clue about what it feels to live, then you'll actually be ready for the shit that's gonna get tossed your way. Once you get that people are always gonna let you down and hurt you in some capacity, that's when you actually start to cultivate something real with them.”

“With Me, I want the Bank of America to know that I'm fucking alive.”

“It's just that I've never seen you care about anything in your life.'I zip my fly.And Michael goes, "I mean, I've watched you spend your while life not feeling bad about anything you're ever done.”

“It's like you dug a hole and threw me into it with you, and this is the only way I can get out of it!”

“On the one hand I think he's a stupid,conceited prick, unrelenting in his disdain for anyone who dares to challenge him. Completely and totally selfish. But on the other hand he does seem to care about some things. He seems to be somewhat understanding, out to make sure that everyone's having a good time. He's confident, not cocky, and there's a difference. It seems like he has these masks he puts on, then changes them in an instant. Part of me thinks it's just maybe who he is, this sociopath who can turn on a dime. But then another part of me wonders if maybe it's all just a game, like a real-life play where he changes his part whenever he sees fit. Some big-time plan to keep people from ever getting too close, or wanting to get close. That everything in front of him is just one big fucking game.”

“He'll get what he deserves one day." Leaning even closer to me, Natalie whispers, "We all fucking will.”