“Live pretty or die laughing, but don't you run. Don't you fucking run.”

“That's it? 'Damn, it smells like the fishsticks are burning and don't do that with your head, Bode?' What the fuck?”

“Don't believe everything you hear today”

“Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.”

“-one teebs? You mean tablespoon?""I don't know.”

“It was as if the room beyond the blast furnace was a tub and someone had turned the faucets on the cold and hot running snakes.”

“You want sympathy, go fuck James Taylor.”