“What the fuck is love anyway?Is it a phone call the next morning?Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?Is it flowers on the fifth date?Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?”

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

“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.”

“Everything I tried to put back together. Everything I tried to build back up. All of it begins to break apart. Just like that.It cracks and it falls and it shreds into a million fucking pieces and when I open my eyes, it's just me and it's just Chris.”

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

“All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way..”

“I'm afraid to.Claire moves the pillow to her side of the bed. "Afraid to do what?"To sleep. I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I'll lose this feeling. I'll start dreaming and everything good that's just happened will mean nothing.”