“To me, sympathy was like alcohol on a scraped knee. It didn't really heal anything; it just made the injury sting.”
“No patience. No kisses. No hugs. Just a tweezers and some rubbing alcohol, and a stinging sensation that never goes away.”
“since I’m still healing from my gunshot wound. That I wear like a badge of honor. My baby gave me this injury. ‘Cause she loves me.”
“Injuries heal, but wrinkles are the scars of time.”
“I realized I could really become hooked on these happy pills. They gave me a glorious feeling of general well-being and didn't make me fat, like alcohol. I wondered if there was any harm in being addicted to only these.”
“Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.”